In many ways, there is a generalized sense of weariness circling us as we go through this new season in the midst of a global pandemic. It affects everything from productivity to relationships.

We have come to the mountains for our annual family trip to the “wilderness” to disconnect, unplug, unwind, rewind, and reconnect in order to hopefully plunge back into life with a renewed sense of understanding and direction.

Over and over The words ring out - Across barren deserts and fruitful plains…“His love endures forever.”

I tried something today that I’ve never done before - winter sowing - strawberry seeds. After having amazing results last summer from the 4” plants we purchased from the nursery, it seemed reasonable enough to try starting from seed. Buying mature plants can often add up quickly and seeds aren’t that daunting.

Over and over The words ring out - Across barren deserts and fruitful plains…“His love endures forever.”

Come to me -All who are weary

And heavy-burdened…

Two weekends ago, my husband, Andrei set off on an adventure to search for bear scat. After twenty-two years of being married, I am still shocked by his unending quest for new adventures.

The year was 2001.

It’s canning and preserving season right now which means that every nook and cranny of our home is fairly bursting with jars, lids, bands, and produce! Just when we get one type of harvest put away another is ready to process.

It’s mid-August here in Pennsylvania. Hot, humid, and stormy on every front. This past spring during quarantine, we doubled our raised garden planting area and are finally seeing some productivity from our labor.

We have come to the mountains for our annual family trip to the “wilderness” to disconnect, unplug, unwind, rewind, and reconnect in order to hopefully plunge back into life with a renewed sense of understanding and direction.

Are you tired?

Worn out?

Burned out…?

In December of this past year, I committed to God to spend a month of daily, public journaling. I agreed in December to the month of April - never knowing I would be writing a series entitled, “HIDDEN” from a place of quarantine.

In many ways, there is a generalized sense of weariness circling us as we go through this new season in the midst of a global pandemic. It affects everything from productivity to relationships.

I haven’t found an easy way to gently lead into today’s discussion - so I’m going to jump straight in…

Two weekends ago, my husband bundled up our two youngest kids and my niece and headed to the frozen north for a few days of frigid snowboarding.

The holidays have finished and it is time for us to take down our live Christmas tree and haul it off to the compost pile in our township.

Often at this time of year, those of us who have heard the Christmas story so many times can easily pass through this season and not hear the splendor and majestic story of how our redemption came to pass.

The holiday season is just upon us. A season of hustle and bustle, non-stop “on”… The time when the clock seems to tick faster than most of us prefer. The season where we try to organize more into our busy lives than is probably healthy. 

As a busy mom of three with active lifestyles, I spend most of my days attuned to the voices and needs around me.