Author: Heather

Life got crazy. House projects. Deconstruction. Reconstruction. Extra kid for 8 days. Personal things. Yet, how often is life like that? I’m loving all of the good honest growth and changes lately. But, with all of that some things have slid backwards. My exercises, my knitting and crafting mojo, and writing in this blog. It’s Read more

We have been slowly crossing the precipice into the next season. No, we are nowhere near Spring here. But rather, life’s changing seasons! Tears, fun, joy, grief, and love! It’s been about learning how to bite my tongue, surrender, and learn a new kind of relationship with adult children. One of our sons is getting Read more

I wish that I could say that I am a naturally disciplined person. Creative? Yes. Optimistic? Yes. Energetic? Yes. Enjoys a challenge? Yes. But, disciplined? No. The past couple years God has been teaching me more about discipline. And also the fact, that just because some things aren’t “natural”, or come as easy for some, Read more

The past few years, since being more out of baby/toddler phase, I have tried to be intentional about learning something new each winter. One winter it was cheese. Another was buying a serger, and learning how to make garments. There’s been wool spinning kicks, felting, and too many random things to remember. Basically, I let Read more

I felt God’s arms around me, yet mine were barren. Was it all a dream? Or was I in shock? My heart was racing. No words. No prayers. Shaking. But, no tears. Numb, Absolutely, numb. Wet nursing pads, but no suckling babe. No yummy smells. Just little confused eyes, following mine. Eyes, I could barely Read more

Seeking truth and beauty, is better than seeking our own approval. Seeking truth and beauty, is better than searching for the wrong in others. Because, in both instances…. you’ll find what you’re looking for. Don’t let your theology be about picking apart someone else. If you have a relationship, bring the loving correction. If you Read more

She didn’t enter into make-believe to escape. Escaping would have meant a world of hardship and pain. That wasn’t it. She just simply wanted a place of imaginary friends. Beauty. Springtime. Tea Parties. Companions. When the homemade stuffed rabbit went to live with St. Vincent De Paul, nobody noticed but her. But, it was her Read more

It’s winter. It’s not over. May as well dust off the skis Usher in some freshness Let it soak deep, deep Into your lungs Let the cold crystals Melt on your tongue The spinning wheel by the fire is squeaking For some oil The kettle is whistling There are seed packs sleeping in the cupboard Read more