I guess I’m a lot of things: a wife, a mom, a daughter, a sister, a crafter, a cook, a reader, a writer, a homemaker, a pianist, and probably a lot more too. But at the end of the day, I’m just a Christian trying to find and obey God’s will.
A baby lays on the kitchen table, staring quietly out the window. I’m on my hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. My nano plays the songs I programmed, and I’m drawn to a moment of devotion, of hearing…
Priceless treasure, Jesus the Christ
The jewel of my searching demands my life
So I bow to You, and I [...]
When you think coveting, don’t you mostly thing of struggling with wanting more stuff?
So isn’t the answer to want less stuff?
No, I don’t think it is. (Although my pendulum-swinging, Pharisaical self-correcting human nature would like it to be.)
Truth is, although occasionally I’ll find myself coveting better landscaping, nicer furniture, more money, my daily struggle [...]
Hello, you adorable little man.
You are so, so sweet.
In fact, I just can’t stop taking pictures of you.
Look at those fingers, those lips, those cheeks…
…and those eyes!
Goodness, I love you.
I’d love to start reading the Easter story to Jameson, but for SOME reason, finding books about Jesus rising from the dead is just not that easy. (Go to your independent bookstore and count how many references to Jesus you see in the Easter section. None? Really? Shocking.)
Anyway, does anyone have any children’s Easter books [...]
:: Jameson
I’m sitting on the couch, nursing William. Jameson’s disappeared from sight, and then I hear the crash of dishes in the kitchen. Oh dear. “Jameson, please come in here with me, okay?” He skips into the living room, big smile on his face, saying, “Mmm, Mama!” Sure, bud.
An hour later, after everyone’s down [...]
Thou shalt not covet
I’ve been thinking on these words the last few months, tucking them into the back pocket of my mind to be pulled out and reread, re-pondered, re-examined. I finger them, roll them around, get used to the feel of them. Memorize their impression on my heart.
What does this mean? How on [...]
Yup, my name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley. Read more »My maiden name is Sinclair (not Patrick), and I come from good stock. (So says my husband, anyway!) I'm the oldest of 9 kids--and my parents are neither insane, uninformed, or Catholic. They're actually the best parents you could ask for. Seriously. (And, consequently, I think pretty highly of my siblings, too, whose blogs you can access from the links below.) I've joined a new clan, though, and my husband and I have been "leaving-and-cleaving" for 2 years and counting. We have a son who you'll read much (too much?) about. Oh. And there are pictures of him, too--hundreds of them--should you care to click on over to my flickr account. I'm a stay at home mom who is redefining that title--I literally stay at home as much as I possibly can. I love to be home! Home, by the way, is in Northern California, although my roots are in a lil' ol' town in Northern New York. Lastly, I take all blame for any ridiculous, outlandish, illogical posts. Anything worth commenting on or linking to is due to my husband's encouragement. In the spirit of the Little engine That Could, "He thinks I can, He thinks I can, He thinks I can,...", and sometimes, that's all a wife needs.
