October 14, 2013 KimHarms

A note to my six-year-old story-writing self who blinked and somehow turned into a pushing-40-wife-of-the-most-amazing-husband-ever-and-mother-of-three-fantastically-wonderful-wild-and-crazy-boys. Be thankful God doesn’t always give you what you want. And to quote my friend Beth Moore (this is admittedly a quite lopsided friendship 🙂 ) “He will either bless you with what you want, or he will bless more than just you with what you did not know to want.” Preach it Beth. Clinging to those words today. PS – To the four friends whose pending departure is definitely not what this girl wants and has left a stinking annoying hole in my heart:…

October 10, 2013 KimHarms

“Why can’t you see what I can see!?!” There are days I’d like to try to knock some vision into my children. I’ve paid attention over the years. I think I have a pretty good sense of their giftedness and their capabilities. And I usually believe I know the best way for them to reach their potential. But here’s the deal. Though they share some of my DNA and character traits, they are not me. I can’t make them see anything they don’t want to see. I can’t force them to change their perspective. And on top of that, sometimes…

October 3, 2013 KimHarms

I’m not usually tempted by a Daily Deal, but for some reason I succumbed to Kindle’s advertising ploy one day this summer. Lucky for me The Hangman’s Daughter was worth the $1.99 I paid for it. This book is a bit gorier than books I normally read, but I think it was the disturbing nature of the prologue that sucked me in. Kind of like when you can’t take your eyes off a bad accident. The suspense/mystery/historical fiction story is about a midwife wrongly accused of murder and witchcraft in Bavaria in the 1600s. The town’s hangman believes her to…

September 30, 2013 KimHarms

Sometimes my kids say things on the fly that resonate with me for a long time afterwards. This following little Lewis phrase is one of those statements. Letting go is hard. In this case it was literal, but in parenting it seems I am always figuratively letting go of something I want to hold on to.   “Mom, let go.” Those three words hit me like a punch to the gut. Hot tears fogged up my sunglasses. It was just the mastery of a 2-wheel bike, but it wasn’t. It was more. My six-year-old’s words echoed in my head as…