I channeled my inner Joanna Gaines this week and repurposed my giant broken wall clock. The finished product isn’t perfect, but I’m not a perfectionist so it’s all good. A little scraping + A little sanding + A little spray painting + A little projecting + A little marker painting = Some of my favorite verses on my wall. Deuteronomy 11:18-21 18 Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds; tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads.19 Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk…
Just before my exchange surgery in July, I posted 6 things I planned to do with my post cancer-invasion self. So here I am to brag that I’ve accomplished all but one 🙂 (Backpacking requires some wilderness and a trail, both of which Central Iowa is a little short on, so that one’s gonna have to wait.) SLEEP I am a lover of sleep. I’m neither a night owl, nor an early bird. I’ve always been the girl who could happily go to bed at 10 and sleep until 9 given the opportunity. But things changed in January when that darn tumor freaked…
(I was asked to write my breast cancer story for our local paper as a part of Breast Cancer Awareness month. The following is just a little piece of 2016 in the Harms house. It’s a bit longer than my typical blog posts, but I am publishing it as it was printed in the paper.) The hardest part is telling your kids. Watching your child navigate heartache is painful. But when you are the one who causes the heartache, it is almost unbearable. We sat in front of the fireplace, Corey and I. It was January 21. Two days after…
Photo by Katie Swanson Sweet saturating sunshine Remind me always of how Jesus enveloped us in light even when days were dark.
(In my September post at Inspire a Fire, I reflect on the change of seasons in life and reminisce about the day I sent my baby to school.) Homemade cheesebread with marinara sauce. “Oh no, what if Lewis can’t open his milk carton?” Those were the first five words on the back-to-school lunch menu and that was the thought that ran through my head sending a fresh waterfall of tears down my face. Yes, I read the school lunch menu and cried. And cried. And cried. That was several years ago, but I remember it like it was several blinks…