My baby turns 20 today, so I’m no longer the mother of a teenager. She was born in Maine, has lived all over the world, and is a one-of-a-kind beautiful young lady, sweet and talented — and charmingly goofy. 😉






Happy, Happy Birthday, Sweet Caroline! May you have a joy-filled day. I miss you but am glad we were able to celebrate together early. May God richly bless you this coming year.



a big weekend

He did it! Will is a college graduate, and I’m so proud that he finished and finished well. It was a bittersweet time, as endings and beginnings so often are, but I’m filled with gratitude.



Next up this coming weekend, an even bigger event…


I’m off work today, with a to-do list a mile long in preparation for going to my son’s graduation this weekend and for his wedding next weekend. I think I’ll write at the top of my list: “Enjoy!” It’s so easy for this task-oriented list checker to get caught up in doing and forget the point of all of this.

I’m so proud of my son for finishing school, and for finishing well. Over the years, I’ve poured my heart, sweat, and tears into his education, and somehow — in spite of me! — God has seen him through. I’m overwhelmed at God’s grace.


And I’m so happy that Will has found his Anna. She’s just right for him, and that was evident very early on in their relationship. She fits right into our family, and I really love her family. God is good!

So I’m off to tackle my list, with joy and gratitude in my heart.





Happy, happy birthday to Will! You’ve filled my life with joy for 22 years now, and I can’t wait to see what the Lord has in store for you this year. I love you.







Once again, a smorgasbord of links from the serious to the silly:

~ Sinstroke:

I once saw a guy having a heatstroke. We were on a military exercise in the desert in California, where the temperature was hitting 120 degrees every day. So it is not surprising that this Marine was overcome by the heat. But the strange thing was that when I grabbed him to start carrying him to the corpsman, he had two canteens on his belt that were both completely full of water. Here was a guy that was having a possibly fatal medical emergency that was being brought on by dehydration. But he had all the water that he needed on his waist. He just wouldn’t drink it. The reason is that when you start to get dehydrated, one of the first things that happens is you start to get nauseated. And when you are nauseated, you don’t want to drink. You are repelled by the very thing that you most need.

It struck me how much our sin is like that.

Do read the whole thing.

~ Why French kids don’t have ADHD. I did notice while living and traveling in Europe how very different children are treated. For example, you don’t see kids’ menus in restaurants. Children eat what adults eat and participate in the conversation. I didn’t see as many children “plugged in” to a Gameboy or iPhone or iPad while their parents enjoyed a meal as I do here in the U.S.  Not long ago at a local restaurant, I saw a family of four at a table: Mom was playing with her phone, Dad was on his, and the kids were watching something on an iPad. Family dinner.

~ Even more terrible things are happening to the American Girl doll brand than you thought: “Maybe we get the dolls we deserve. ”

~ 5 truths about Christian suffering

~ 5 reasons you should write in your books

~ 13 nutrition lies that made the world sick and fat

~ I’m a Michael Connelly/Harry Bosch fan, so this sounds good.

~ Having lived in Rome for a year, I found this one interesting: Italy — The Nation That Crushes Its Young.

~ And as someone who has spent many an hour on an airplane, this one caught my eye: Whose Feet Are Those? Negotiating Air-Travel Etiquette:

Forget paying extra for more legroom seats. These days I’d pay to sit next to someone who keeps his socks on. On recent flights I’ve had bare feet beside me, on the back of my armrest, on the bulkhead in front of me. Once, upon feeling something push through the sliver of space where the seat back and bottom meet, I reached behind me and grabbed a stranger’s toes.

Eeeeew. Have I ever told you about the baby (not *my* baby) who threw up in my boots early on in a New York to Paris flight? Well, I’ll spare you the details.

~ How ’bout my Tigers? This season has been a welcome surprise, but two very tough games remain. Still, it’s great to be an Auburn Tiger!

Have a good Tuesday!

monday miscellany

~ Answers when life is hard

~ I, Bully:

Experts believe that children are basically good, and desire to learn how to avoid bullying. Those of us who are familiar with actual children know that the true situation is different. You can’t divide kids up into “bullies” and “victims.” The categories are fluid. Every kid has it in him to bully, by the same kind of instinct which causes chickens to single out a member of the flock who’s been wounded, and peck it to death.

~ If you want your faith to grow, read the Bible.

~ The best way to start your every day.

~ A prayer for the worried mom’s heart.

~ She yelled and called me names.

~ The loving intolerance of God:

The modern, cultural elite praise this virtue in every school setting, media outlet, and job training workshop. There seems to be no truer way to love another person than to fully accept everything about them. Christians have often joined the tidal wave of this mainstream value and often long to be known for their acceptance of others’ opinions and lifestyles. On the surface it seems to be a positive virtue, one that exemplifies the life of the Christian.

But have you ever considered that tolerance is never encouraged in the Bible? The fruit of the Spirit includes love and kindness, but missing from the list is tolerance. In fact, Christians aren’t called to tolerance, because we serve an intolerant God.

Happy Monday,