With a whole new year ahead, 365 days can feel like a little too much.

So I start with paper.  And I make a list, a list of all I wish I had done this past year.  All the goals from last year that I didn’t hit.

And though 365 days can feel like a lot, I wonder how in this spinning world there will be a way to hit those targets when I’m really just on the same old orbit around the sun.

Days can feel aimless.

But when I placed my hand on her three year old head and tried to pray a big prayer for her year last night, you seemed to give pointed words.

Instead of some far reaching prayer, some astronomical request, you helped me pray just this:

‘A Little More than Today’

‘Let her find contentment tomorrow a little more than she did today.  Lord, let her cry and fuss a little less than she did today. Let her share more, love her siblings more.  Let her know your love a bit more, feel a tad more of your grace, sense more of your joy.  A little more than she did today.’

Let tomorrow be a little better than today, a little farther in, a little higher up, a little closer to You.

This is the aim as we circle around once more.

And this prayer that you whispered as I spoke over her in the dark?   It’s the prayer I needed for myself.  It’s the way to make this year count for something, to hope for a year full of You.  A little more tomorrow than today, and a little more the day after that and the day after that and the day after that.

365, a little at a time, is not a little too much.  But a chance at a lot more of You.

‘All of us then, reflect the glory of the Lord with uncovered faces; and that same glory, coming from the Lord, who is the Spirit, transforms us into his likeness in an ever greater degree (a little more, day after day after day) of glory.’    2 Corinthians 3:18



Our Father


Dear Father How often I forget what it means to call you by that name.  You are a king.  You are the wisest of counselors.  You are the mightiest warrior.  You are the most creative artist.  You are the wealthiest being. And your Son, Jesus, is the only one worthy to call you his Father, […]

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The Heart of a Barren Woman


I don’t pretend to know the sorrow of barrenness.  Early in our marriage, I miscarried and then spent a number of months wondering if I would be able to carry a baby to full term.  But that sorrow and worry was eventually replaced, for me. And so, I tread lightly on this subject, knowing that […]

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Because You Can’t Do It All


Another reminder for me as I think about Mother’s Day this year and still haven’t uploaded any photos for 2014…. As the sun sets on Mother’s Day, I open my email to read the  greeting from the photo printing company I use.  ‘Happy Mother’s Day to the Woman Who Does it All.’  They clearly don’t know […]

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What to Expect for Mother’s Day


I am longing to be here more in the days ahead, especially this month, as we think about motherhood.   Here is an edited re-post from a few years ago and I’m praying to remember it this year… My friend and I talk about it…how we should not expect breakfast in bed and flowers and […]

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Book People


I recently heard someone I otherwise respected note that it was  just not a big deal anymore for her to read Scripture every day.  She spoke of it like it was something she’d outgrown- like a two year old with baby food or a ten year old with Tinker Toys. “Quiet times were good for […]

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Lord, It was good to read it again, that some of your first words were ‘Light!’ Not so for the rest of us down here.  Our first words are more like screams or whines, loud cries.  And when we can finally form our mouths just right, all we can do is call, ‘Momma’ or ‘Dadda’ […]

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How Things Can Be Looking Up in the New Year


Lord, It’s only Your grace that could turn the Earth on its own axis and pull the moon in tight.  What hand but Yours could tip us closer and further from the sun and not tip us right over?   It’s only mercy that keeps us all, fallen sinners here, standing upright on a spinning […]

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Worse First


Ever since we first saw this house from the street, we knew we’d want to cut down those bushes.  But it would be September before we’d get out front and actually put a blade to the stubborn stalks.  Jason and our boy, now big enough to hold the cutters, and I, we all get on […]

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On Perfection


There was that time when baby three took  a rare nap and my hands were free and I sewed it up quick, a dress for my oldest.  It felt so good to to do something good.  I sewed the last stitch and  lifted up the dress and realized I’d done it all backwards, that I’d […]

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