Beauty on the Backroads

Stories of grace for life's unexpected turns

Cinderella Mom

If you think Jesus would have come into your home that day and not issued a strong rebuke to the head of household, you are mistaken. These words of condemnation have been haunting me for days now. They aren’t all that different than the soundtrack I play in my head on an almost-daily basis. It’s…

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This is 40

I am nesting. On Saturday I emptied the refrigerator. Last summer’s homemade pickles in their jars. The bread ends that seem to multiply on every shelf. The eggs. The milk. The fruit and veggies. All of it sat on the floor or the counter as I carefully removed the shelves and wiped them down with…

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Beauty on the Backroads {or Why I Changed the Name of my Blog}

I’ve heard that life is like a highway. And it definitely seems like that sometimes. The pace of life swirls around me at dizzying speeds. We’re all so busy. In such a hurry. Always somewhere to be, something else to do. I’m a get-to-the-point, get-there-quick kind of girl. I don’t like to waste time on…

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Comfort

Day 4. So, this post is a day late because it was my turn to be sick yesterday, and I was out of commission most of the day into the night. Still not 100%. Hoping it passes soon so we can get on with enjoying our time with family. Puking and lying around on the couch aren’t necessarily my idea of quality time.

Needless to say, I’ve been on the phone to my husband three or four times a day to give him health updates. He told someone yesterday that he wished there was technology to allow you to reach through the computer and give comforting touches. He said this in reference to our daughter, I’m sure, but I could definitely have used one of those yesterday.

Phone and Skype just aren’t the same, but they are better than nothing.

Looking forward to a long embrace.

No fear

Day 3. Our 2-year-old puked most of today. Fortunately for me, I was with the in-laws, so I didn’t have to deal with it alone. I called my husband twice. He’s a fearless puke-cleaner-upper, and in the face of unknown medical issues, he’s the non-worrier, or at least, he doesn’t show it to me. I needed his strength today. But maybe that’s why this happened when he wasn’t around. Maybe I need to rely on God more, and have confidence that I don’t have to have my husband here.

Oh, and I conquered my fear of being puked on, so I feel like I’ve taken another step on the mom journey.