I am the wife of a very talented musician who takes me around the world in pursuit of excellence. Mama to Jakob, Audrey and Ella, who just happens to have Down Syndrome.
And an aspiring disciple of Jesus, defender of the oppressed, writer, graphic designer and photographer.
I write and speak on navigating through the fog of life…you know, when things don’t go exactly as planned and am fuelled by a passion to amplify the voices of those on the margins…
oh, and coffee…lots of coffee.
I posted a little while ago about being thankful for the not-so-obvious things. Here are two of them -my two sick little monkeys. One with the flu of sorts and one with an ear infection, both- miserable. It makes me wonder if it is something that God brought into our lives for a lesson to be learned in this Thanksgiving season or if it is just one of those life things. And although it may just be one of those life things, there are still things to be taken away.
This morning, after Jakob had returned all of his milk to me, in a less than graceful way, he was cuddling on my lap and asked me to pray. Now you have to understand that this kid does not like to pray. He likes mommy to pray, and it is a little game everynight at bed when he says, “I don’t want to pray.” So I say, “Okay, I will pray for you when I go to bed,” and turn to leave. Then he immediately says, “no, we gotta pray first.” But if I ask him if he wants to pray, he always says, “No, you.” And although, he, himself did not pray, I feel that in asking for prayer, Jakob is beginning to understand and God is at work in his little heart…and for this, I am thankful.
I am the wife of a very talented musician who takes me around the world in pursuit of excellence. Mama to Jakob, Audrey and Ella, who just happens to have Down Syndrome.
And an aspiring disciple of Jesus, defender of the oppressed, writer, graphic designer and photographer.
I write and speak on navigating through the fog of life…you know, when things don’t go exactly as planned and am fuelled by a passion to amplify the voices of those on the margins…
oh, and coffee…lots of coffee.
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