Seven-and-a-half ~ Yes, we all have our job. Yours is to study, mine is to cook and teach you, Daddy’s is to make money. Huh. I have the hardest job of all. ————— Umma, what is the bottom number? The lowest number….the floor? *Smile* It’ll be a negative number, right? Way below zero. Only God… Read More Words Between Mom and Boy, Part 3
At seven-and-a-half, Tennyson memorized the first seven verses of John 1 in Latin and English in the homeschooling with Classical Conversations, a global home education program based on the ancient Classical model of learning. I set each text to song and he downed them like dessert. In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Deum,… Read More Long Live Latin
I believe in God the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth. I am ashamed to claim faith in Jesus Christ, unworthy as I am to bear that name and call myself a Christian. For my sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate, suffered death and was buried. I love the order and witness of… Read More This I Believe
I noticed something about the colors of the words that streamed from my head when I started blogging two years ago. The spectrum had many light, bright hues. Looking back at the single young woman from this side of time, I was a little startled at the levity in the beloved writing that I had… Read More The Writing Process: Color
Unless you’re helplessly tone-deaf, you’ll hear the unvarnished attempt of a songwriter whose gift wasn’t singing. I can’t help wince at my voice but if the Scriptures sung in crude, bare worship should bless anyone, the embarrassment will have been worth it. I thought the song of hope would take us nicely from the last… Read More I Will Sing: Faith
In 1996, God gifted our family with a precious baby boy. Just like his two older sisters he was perfect in every way. But when he turned 15 months, we started to notice him “fading” and “pulling away” from us. At three-and-a-half, Justin was finally diagnosed with severe autism. Our world shattered. Background Beauty and… Read More Beauty From Ashes: Disabilities
Dear God, You caught that I’m not feeling too great but please don’t seize the occasion to take me home. At least let me get my Valentine’s series out. It’s not like you need me. Far better writers over there. And once I’ve arrived, I won’t be going anywhere, right? No hurry, no hurry. ——————… Read More I’m Not Ready to Die
Background music, anyone? Played it out of my head. Just tap and go about your business, browsing blogs or sipping tea. I hope this piece adds joy and reverence to your holiday. Love bunches, HW
He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my… Read More But He, Being Poor, Has Only His Dreams
When she was young, she lived on her last dollar and books and dreams. She worked as though her life depended on it. She watched and smiled, said yes I’ll marry you. She died and birthed her boy. She played her heart on that piano and her husband heard and loved her again. She questioned,… Read More My Obituary
A Holistic Journey 