in the meantime

They grow so fast, “while you’re not looking” the old folks say.  I think I’ve finally figured out while it is so surprising to behold the maturing of a child, even your own.  It happens on the sly, between the layers of life, on the ho-hum...

where is solitude

At the present, solitude is a luxury to which I am not accustomed.  This season of life is compacted into the frame of homeschool and child-rearing.  It’s what God wants of me just now.  I see His imprint.  Yet, my fingers crave the slick edges of the keyboard...

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