I’m breaking from my Sanctity of Life month guest posts to take part in the Third-Thursday-Thoughts Hearts at Home blog hop. This month’s theme: Love Your Dreams/Goals. This will not be a super-duper-well-planned post about all my hopes and dreams for the new year because, well, my life is kind of in an upheaval right now. A happy upheaval, but it’s all chaos at the Harms house just the same. The condensed version of my next few weeks is as follows: Pack everything and do all the crazy stuff that goes along with selling a house (while continuing all the crazy…
Welcome if you are visiting from the Hearts at Home Third Thursday Blog Hop. This month’s topic One Perfect God got me thinking about the perfect Jesus and the jolly old elf Santa. Read on to see how the Santa dilemma went down at our house this year. “Mom is Santa real?” my curious six-year-old asked as I tucked him in and kissed his cheek. ‘Here we go,’ I thought. I took a deep breath and went the history route as I did with his older brothers. Speaking truth, but leaving a little to the imagination. “Well Lewis, there was…
Corey and I both got diarrhea on our Cancun honeymoon. (I’m pretty sure he doesn’t mind me sharing that.) I guess they really mean it when they say “Don’t drink the water.” Months after that, we both got the flu and clung to our porcelain throne together in our iddy-biddy apartment bathroom. We learned quite quickly that married life is not all bliss, and the unpredictable adventures life tosses our way make perfection an unrealistic goal. Add children to that equation and the adventure meter spikes while the perfection meter takes a giant nose dive. So when I read that…
She stands over six feet tall and doesn’t mind sliding a cuss word into a conversation. I am five three on a good day and have been advised from birth that swearing is bad bad bad. She moved into the gray house across the street just weeks after we finished unpacking our new home. I had been a stay-at-home mom for several years by then, so this mama was pretty isolated from the outside world, spending my time officiating little boys’ living room wrestling matches and teaching them that “thou shalt not kill” applies to them too. The thought of befriending…