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The Story of Us

If you’ve sat in our living room and looked out our bay window, you have most likely spotted them; 3 exquisitely unique sculptures that tell the story of “us”.

Meticulously crafted from chucks of black soapstone and serpentine, and gathered from 3 completely different places at different stages of our journey, these sculptures depict the progression of our lives.

A gift from my sister, the soapstone couple hailed from South Africa. 

Because, after all…before there was anyone else in our little family picture…there was us. 

Just you and me.

Story of Us 1

Our worlds collided on July 13th, 2002… sparks flew {eventually}…and we were forever imprinted on each other’s hearts when our lives were united in covenant 7 incredible years ago today.

What a glorious day.  What a spectacular moment.  What a stellar combination, you and I! 

You are the greatest delight of my life, precious man, and I will always be your biggest fan.

You are my forever-crush.  My stronghold.  My safe place.  My hero.

The way you love me, so fully and lavishly, so courageously and effectively, touches my heart in ways you may never fully grasp. 

You keep me grounded and focused…and yet have the ability to motivate, inspire, and spur me on to bigger and brighter things.  You are my greatest encourager.

You challenge me.  You lovingly drag me, if need be, from the status quo I so easily settle into.  Your raw, authentic faith reminds me of what really matters in this world, and shakes the pretense I tend to fall into.  And then you faithfully lift my chin and remind me who’s I am. 

Your ability to build, fix and cook…everything, floors me.  How does one man contain the ingredients to master so many trades?  What, besides concrete, do you not do exceptionally well?  You even hunt down and arrest with finesse {or so I’m told, not actually being allowed to ride along with you (insert begrudging snort here)}.  I have, however, seen you in uniform…and dang are you scrumptious!

You entertain and amuse me no end.  The faces, the voices, the full-body-re-enactment…you. crack. me. up!  Reciting movie lines, canning ourselves over our children’s unorthodox antics, and being {lightly} tackled by you feature quite highly on my list of favorite things to do.  Laughter, alongside you, is my drug of choice.  May the supply never end!

The fact that you’re sexy, and set my heart a flutter, is entirely a matter all it’s own! {blushing}

We rocked the childless years.

And then, 4 years ago, life as we knew it changed completely.

I will never forget – as I know you, too, never could – the magnificent 5 weeks we spend travelling across South Africa, getting to introduce you to my wonderful family, having our breath taken away by the ever-changing landscape, and finally landing in the heart of Namibia. 

I think we only spent 3 hours apart during those 5 weeks, and we wouldn’t have had it any other way.  We consumed more Milo, biltong & Aero than any normal person should in that amount of time.  We played with lion cubs, slept in a tent in the middle of a storm in the Pilanesberg, and watched an incredible amount of astonishingly beautiful African sunsets.  And then we jumped off a bridge.

You, my babe, are truly my best friend. 

I think we both agree…our favorite purchase was a serpentine sculpture we picked up in Swakopmund, representing what we hoped our family would resemble {in number, not appearance – although those ears are pretty sweet!} in the near future {we hoped}.  We planned on displaying it upon discovering our first bun’s existence in the proverbial oven.

Story of Us 2

Little did we know…she had started brewing that very week!

Story of Us 2b

And what a delight she is!  Seeing you father her, love her, discipline her, teach her…just makes me fall in love with you all over again. 

And boy, does that girl love her daddy!

2 years later our little man arrived, our fighter.

Story of Us 3

His love for all things loud, greasy, dirty and dangerous just confirm that God knew what He was doing: you needed a son, and dude…he’s like a little you {bar the drooling and shrieking, of course}.

I simply adore our little family of 4!

We acquired this beautiful expression of this season of our lives on Martha’s Vineyard.  Decidedly less wild of a location, yes, but crafted in Kenya none the less.  It was perfect for our collection.

Story of Us 3b

And that, so far {and in a relatively miniscule nut shell}, is the story of us. 

There is so much more, I know.  So much my heart longs to say, and yet so few words that manage to describe the depth of my love and admiration for you, and my gratitude for the opportunity to parent alongside you.  Yes, I know, I could buy a thesaurus.  But even then…where would I start?

Our lives have been so richly laden with opportunities to grow {individually, and as a couple}, so loaded with divine provision and protection, and full to the brim with a love so extravagant and resilient that it’s Creator alone can be credited with the metamorphic effect it has had on us.

He indeed does have good plans for us…plans to prosper us and not to harm us, plans to give us a hope and a future {Jeremiah 29:11}.  Amen!

 

In short: you are extraordinary, my love.

I love you even more today, so much more today, than I did the first time I stood before you as your wife, heart swollen with a love so childish and capricious, and yet a love I was certain couldn’t taste any sweeter.  I’m so thankful I wasn’t right in my assumption.  I treasure the beautifully intimate, profoundly resilient love we share today.

I eagerly anticipate the wild & wonderful {and no doubt at times, woolly} future God has in store for us and our precious little loin-fruit.

Wedding

Happy A You rock my world.

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What if grace has been waiting for you where perfe What if grace has been waiting for you
where perfection never could take you?

This week on Oh, Good Grief, we wrap up our exploration of the 9 Enneagram types, and how each one engages grief, with Type One: The Reformer.

We'll explore the gift of integrity, the burden of the inner critic, and the freedom that comes when we stop striving to earn what God has already given.

The Enneagram may reveal the stories we've believed to survive.
But only grace tells us who we've been all along.

🎧 Episode 038 is available wherever you listen to podcasts.
From the front, our little apple tree is living he From the front, our little apple tree is living her best life: laden with fruit and bursting with life.

But that’s only half the story.

Take a walk around the backside and you’ll see something entirely different: a large branch, nearly a third of the tree, black and barren. Clearly diseased. Clearly dead. Clearly in need of pruning.

And yet, every time I walk past it on our evening loop around the campground behind our house, it catches me off guard. I forget it’s even there.

Maybe because I prefer to look at the fruitful side.

And isn’t that a little like us?

We’re pretty comfortable displaying the beautiful parts: the wins, the answered prayers, the accomplishments, the parts of life that look healthy and fruitful.

The broken parts? The grief. The struggling relationships. The things we’ve neglected. The places where we’re tired or hurting or simply not okay?

Those we tend to tuck around the backside, hoping no one notices.

But here’s the thing: what we hide still needs tending.

We don’t have to be ashamed of the barren branches. We don’t have to pretend they aren’t there. And we certainly don’t have to wait until everything looks beautiful before we allow ourselves to be honest.

Maybe growth does look like good fruit.

And maybe sometimes it looks like finally walking around back, taking an honest look, and saying, That needs to go.

Pruning isn’t failure.
It’s making room for what’s still alive.

And if you’ve got a few dead branches of your own right now, take heart. You are not the barren branch. You are the whole tree. 🌿

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If you are a Nine, my prayer is that you would nev If you are a Nine, my prayer is that you would never lose your gift of bringing calm, compassion, and steadiness into a fractured world.

Those are beautiful reflections of the heart of Christ.

But may you also discover that your voice is not an interruption, your needs are not an inconvenience, and your presence is not optional. May you become the kind of peacemaker who tells the truth with love, receives love without shrinking, and lives fully awake to the life God has entrusted to you.

May you know, deep in your soul, that you don't have to disappear to belong.
What if the peace you've been protecting has come What if the peace you've been protecting
has come at the cost of your own presence?

This week on Oh, Good Grief, we're exploring Enneagram Nine: The Peacemaker.

Nines have an incredible gift for helping others feel safe, seen, and understood.
But somewhere along the way, many learned that staying connected meant staying quiet.

What if healing isn't about becoming louder?
What if it's about believing your voice already belongs in the room?

🎧 Episode 037 is available wherever you listen to podcasts.
Permission Granted. In case you needed someone t Permission Granted. 

In case you needed someone to tell you: yes, you should absolutely make the impromptu stop at the roadside farm stand and buy the $5 bouquet of flowers.

No, you do not need a reason.

No, you do not need to be buying them for someone else (although that is a perfectly lovely thing to do, too).

Buy them for yourself.
Put them in your kitchen.
Smile every time you walk past them. 🌸

And support your local flower growers and farm stands while you’re at it.

That is all.

You may now return to your regularly scheduled scrolling.
If you are an Eight, my prayer is that you would n If you are an Eight, my prayer is that you would
never lose your fierce love for justice, your courage,
or your willingness to protect those who cannot protect themselves. 

Those are holy gifts.

But may you also discover the freedom of being protected yourself.
May you find people with whom you no longer need armor. And may you know, deep in your bones, that the God who fights for you is inviting you to rest...
not because you're weak, but because you were never meant to carry every battle alone.
The year we moved into this house, a peach tree sp The year we moved into this house, a peach tree spoiled us thoroughly. It produced more peaches than we knew what to do with—cobbler, galette, crumble, smoothies, fruit leathers, and basket loads given away.

Our expectations for peach season were high.

Turns out, that tree was throwing itself a retirement party.
It died the following year.

We’ve since planted two more. The one that has always been unproductive surprised us this summer with these gorgeous, generous peaches. The healthy, established tree that usually produces? One. Single. Peach.

Fruit-bearing is an interesting thing.
Unpredictable. Relatively unmanageable.
Sometimes delicious and sometimes disappointing.

And maybe that’s why I love the reminder it offers:
performance isn’t always a good indicator
of what’s happening beneath the surface.

Take heart, dear one.

Some seasons, you’ll crush the to-do list,
accomplish the goals and have plenty to show for yourself.

Other seasons, you’ll simply keep showing up.
Quietly. Consistently. Faithfully.

And that is enough, too. 🌱
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was never meant to become a hiding place?

This week on Oh, Good Grief, we're continuing in our Summer Enneagram Series by exploring the Type Eight: The Challenger.

Many Eights learned early that strength was safer than vulnerability.
But what if healing isn't about becoming less strong?

What if it's about discovering that courage
and tenderness were never meant to compete?

God isn't asking you to lay down your strength.
He's inviting you to lay down the armor you no longer need.

🎧 Episode 036 is available wherever you listen to podcasts.
If you identify with the Enneagram 7, my prayer fo If you identify with the Enneagram 7, my prayer
for you is that you would never lose your capacity
for wonder, laughter, creativity, and hope.

Those are sacred gifts.

But may you also discover the freedom of staying present
when life feels heavy. May you trust that joy does not disappear
when sorrow arrives. May you find that God is not only present
in the moments of celebration, but also in the quiet,
painful places you once tried to avoid.

The One who created your joy can also hold your grief.

You are loved.
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