Snow Days

This quote is from one of my favorite books and is a very accurate description (I think!) of snow days:

From “The Shack” by William P. Young

“There is something joyful about storms that interrupt routine. Snow or freezing rain suddenly releases you from expectations, performance demands, and the tyranny of appointments and schedules. And unlike illness, it is largely a corporate rather than individual experience. One can almost hear a unified sigh rise from the nearby city and surrounding countryside where Nature has intervened to give respite to the weary humans slogging it out within her purview. All those affected this way are united by a mutual excuse, and the heart is suddenly and unexpectedly a little giddy. There will be no apologies needed for not showing up to some commitment or other. Everyone understands and shares in this singular justification, and the sudden alleviation of the pressure to produce makes the heart merry.”


Baby It’s Cold Outside

Just five days ago I was walking around San Antonio with flip flops on my freshly manicured paws. Today I cannot even wear those same shoes inside without the aforementioned paws turning a pale shade of blue.

It was all worth it this morning, however, when Cado saw the snow and exclaimed, “I never realized it was snow time!” She has been asking when winter is, and with her only known marker being snow, she finally believes me that winter is now. That’s the good news. The bad news is she wants to go outside and play in the cold … with me. So, I’ll put on the warmest duds I’ve got and brace myself in a sort of dumb-and-dumber fashion against the elements and play with my girl.

“The joy of the LORD is my strength” is the only thing that comes to mind. May you also be strengthened today to face the harsh elements in your life!

40 New Years

There is something undeniable and intense stirring within me at the start of this new year. I cannot articulate it in full because I don’t yet know in full what it is. There are some themes, however, ricocheting through my spirit like a ball in a pinball machine. There is an echo and a mantra humming low and increasing in bravado.

Your turning 40 this year.

I feel the rivers of anticipation rising within. I feel a resolve and an purpose-driven intention taking root. I have an excitement that carries with it the feelings of wide-open possibility akin to those we have in the milestones of life’s new beginnings, like graduating high school and college, starting a new job, finding a mate, having kids.

Your turning 40 this year.

A new beginning. The frustration over old mistakes, missed chances, roads not traveled, roads over traveled, and a general lack of  evolution towards my destiny is fading slowly only to be replaced by a renewed sense of possibility and probability. Life seems to be starting again and this time giving me the chance to do things a little more right.

Your turning 40 this year.

I feel at peace with my responsibility to take better care of myself physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. I want to leave my kids a legacy full of vitality in each area. I want to be a blessing to them in person and in memory.

And there is a new awakening in my Spirit. God is beginning to draw me to a new place of submission and obedience in Him. I know His destiny and purposes for me are beyond my imagination. But I also know that I have to choice to live those out … or not. The latter shakes me to my core. So this year, I am putting one scared size 6 1/2 foot in front of the other.

Your turning 40 this year.

I want to enjoy my life, which is not always that easy for a type-A, to-do-list-writing, task-driven accomplish-it-or-move-out-of-the-way type of gal I just might be. Those things might not be all bad if the collateral damage wasn’t my kids, my husband, my friendships and yes, my destiny in Christ. I want to see the value in walking away from a warm basket of unfolded laundry to take a walk with my kids, talk with my husband or connect with a friend.

I want to laugh a lot more. Cry more, too. I want to be moved by people’s heartache and driven to action over injustice. I want most of all to help other women find freedom in Christ even as I continue to discover my own.

Yes. I am getting ready to turn 40 this year.

And have you heard? Forty is the new 25. Aging has never looked better.

Baby food? Not for this kid.

This past November I took a swing through Liberty Hill, Texas to hear my oldest brother preach for the first time. It was a surreal experience, made only more so by the fact that he is 43 and just 15 months into his first pastorship. After a great church-wide spaghetti lunch that was off-limits to my carb-watching brother, we went back to his house where he went to town on a plate of ribs.

Enter a 10-month-old with a freakish number of teeth and a healthy appetite. The pictures need little commentating. They show what happens to a calm, mild mannered infant when he gets aholt of his first beef experience.


It was actually a rib with just enough meat on it to give him a taste.



Check the drool!


I. Must. Have. More.





And he gets it.

For the record, we are having a rib dinner catered for his first birthday. No vienna sausages for this kid.