As I sit here cuddled up in my bed, my husband is trying to give our dog (Jack) a bath in our RV shower. I can see and hear their frustration, so I’m giving very helpful comments from the comfort of the bed. Ha-ha. Jack hasn’t had a bath in a very long time and… Continue reading Life Update: Living Full-time in a RV During a Pandemic
It’s the memories that matter. Not the stuff. Painting over the growth chart on the wall was a huge step for me, and I did that myself as a way to help let go of this current season of life. My home is becoming just a house.
You see…I lost my voice. And I didn’t just lose my voice, but most importantly, I lost myself too. It happened so gradually and covertly that I didn’t even really notice. And when I finally did notice, I was surprised! God and my family were not.
I miss gardening. I used to do it all the time when the boys were little. I even had a vegetable garden each summer where I grew corn, green beans, zucchini, and a variety of other things that I felt like experimenting with that year. I like being outside and getting my hands dirty. I… Continue reading The Gardener
I hope that I am not alone in admitting that sometimes I let myself get into a bad mental place. Sometimes that bad place actually feels kinda good. It is secluded, dim, and even a bit cozy. I feel safe and protected in there. Safe from all of the shame and humiliation that I love… Continue reading Even in Failure, there is still Victory!
Hiking Holly 