Waking up to the Miracle

I had an amazing experience this week.  It is hard for me to tell about it, because I had to look into the face of suffering to see it.  But I want to tell it.  I have to tell it.  I am bursting to tell it. On Monday, I went to visit my niece, Marti…

Being Home

I spend a lot of time at home.  About 85% of my life happens behind the closed door of our brightly-colored, overflowing-with-laundry, two-bedroom house.   My husband and I and our four children (ages 6 and under) share every room.  Our bedroom is the hangout spot during the day, the living room is where we teach…

Now Booking Shows for Valentine’s (and the upcoming year)!

Hello, friends. After a couple of months of getting things  back to “normal” around here, we are excited about sharing our music and playing shows again.  Randy is itching to play the upright bass, and he has a surprise up his sleeve that I am not currently allowed to reveal…  : ) If you are…

Miracle of Miracles, and a Modern Metaphor for Faith

I am nearly in shock. I hardly know how to articulate what is going on in my heart right now.  We have seen a lot of miracles–large and small–in the course of our marriage and through the process of recording this album.  They have always been right on time, right when we needed them most….

The Josephine Knot (On Our 10th Anniversary)

I have three important annonucements to make.  The first is that today, Randy and I have been married for a decade. It seems like another life ago, walking down the garden path to meet him on our wedding day.  I could have never imagined how our love would change over the course of ten years.  I…

Ashes

I asked Randy if reading my last post made him want to start keeping a journal.  He glanced over at the 5-ft stack of books, and without even considering it, said, “no.”  We both agreed there wasn’t really much reason for him to write down anything about our life…  I would venture to say that…

The Best Years of My Life (Pitter Patter)

Sometimes I miss getting completely absorbed in a good book.  The rush of turning the next page, beginning the next chapter…  The anticipation (and bittersweet-sadness of) reading the final page.  The complete selfishness of it all–closing out the entire world and entering another, alone. Sometimes I miss college, when my mind was alive in a new…