Jameson is napping. William is sleeping in my arms. Ryan is at work. And I am sitting in quiet for the first time since December 1st.
Back to life as usual.
January is gray here. The lamps have been turned on since we woke up this morning, and will stay on until we go back to bed. [...]
I need this reminder over and over in my life. Ears get tickled too easily. Flesh looks for an easier way. Flagging perseverance wants something new.
But no. His Word is the only way.
(And, to those who follow me, I am reminded of my responsibility to accurately live the Word. Woe to me when I cause [...]
I’m working on posts about my new sweet William, who is currently asleep on my chest. Mmm, I am loving the smell of new baby! I’ve taken some more pictures and will get them posted, too. Because you just have to see this little miracle of ours! For now, don’t mind a cut-to-the-chase post on [...]
Here comes November. And now that Palin’s on the ticket, there actually seems to be a bit of a race towards that Tuesday.
I’ll admit that my enthusiasm for this whole campaign significantly waned when Ron Paul’s moment was over. While he was certain to not win, it was sort of fun to actually be excited [...]
“And there was evening and there was morning, one day.” ( — genesis 1)
I remember reading that line several years ago, and how it jumped out as odd, worth a second look.
Evening and morning, one day? That’s not right. It should be morning and evening. Right? Isn’t that how we all figure one day? [...]
“The kingdom of God is like a man who casts seed upon the soil; and he goes to bed at night and gets up by day, and the seed sprouts and grows — how, he himself does not know…” –mark 4
I sow the little brown, plain-jane seeds into the soil.
I go to bed at night [...]
So, whose blog is this, anyway? It's mine, and here are few tidbits about me: 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.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.
The first of a week-long series on mothering without fear. Encouraging!
GOOD read.
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