by Robin | Dec 24, 2015 | Art, Christmas, Faith, Family, Favorite things, Personal, Uncategorized
I believe in the art of play. I believe in the play of art. Scripture tells us we’re created in the image of God, and in him we see creativity beyond comparison, imagination with no bounds. Nature screams it in her beauty, her complexity, her diversity....
by Robin | Dec 18, 2015 | Affiliate links used, Christmas, Memoir, Mothers and daughters, Nostalgia, Personal, Uncategorized, Winter
I waited a long, long while to find her, but the moment I saw her, I knew she was the one. There was never any question about what I wanted to top our Christmas tree; not a bow or a star or but an angel. That decision was forged by the time I was five, my...
by Robin | Oct 17, 2015 | Family, Inspiring, Life Philosophy, Missions, Mothers and daughters, Personal, Uncategorized
Motherhood is a gradual series of Letting Go. Some days it’s harder than others. Today is one of the hard days. My daughter is in her second month of a two-year fellowship with CrossPurpose, a training program “designed to bring together highly motivated...
by Robin | Oct 16, 2015 | Empty Nest, Encouragement, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Personal, Uncategorized
Rarely has there been a year when our family has celebrated so many milestones and major events– Our oldest (and only daughter) graduating from college and accepting an incredible two-year fellows position 1,500 miles from home. Our youngest graduating from high...
by Robin | Sep 14, 2015 | (in)courage, Empty Nest, Encouragement, Faith, Family, Life Philosophy, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal
Sometimes when you get what you hope and pray for, it’s not just hard, it hurts. I’m a mama to three — two brothers born before their big sister turned five. Babies, then toddlers, are so active, aren’t they? Endless demands and never enough sleep, a constancy...
by Robin | Sep 1, 2015 | Empty Nest, Family, Favorite things, Memoir, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal, Uncategorized
It was likely birthed as a gentle correction to my inconsiderate transgression: I had dared to turn down the corner of a page in one of her books. For one so young, she took good care of her special possessions, and there were no greater treasures than her books....