I’m a budding theologian, an aspiring organist, and a mother of four fascinating people. I married my best friend from college marching band. I don’t have it all figured out. I’ve always been good at improvising, though, and I get better every day at flying by the seat of my pants.
I am blessed. I am also sleep-deprived, silly, frantic, frustrated, accomplished, angry, discouraged, uplifted, desperate, enlightened, overwhelmed, baffled, resigned, mortified and inspired. Sometimes I’m several of those things in the same day. Parenting is not an easy gig. (Neither is life in general, actually.)
I’m not always particularly grateful for my blessings. Sometimes, they just feel heavy on my shoulders. Gratitude is like faith, though- it’s a practice, so I’m practicing. There’s always something for which we can be thankful, even if it takes work to see it. This blog is about practicing gratitude…about finding reasons to be grateful in the midst of the mundane, daily events that make up our lives. Since our families and our homes are the first places our children learn about love and about God and about life, we try to make our home the kind of place where daily life is both sacred and celebrated. We do this by celebrating the feasts of the Christian liturgical year and various other days. Even ordinary days are gifts.
I hope you’ll enjoy your visit here and stick around for a while with us. I’d love to connect with you. Here’s how you can reach me.
Surviving Our Blessings 