We Danced

Eric loved to dance and he took every opportunity to sway with me to the music. Sometimes it was pretty and sweet like a waltz, peaceful and pleasant to behold. Other times (a lot of times) it was more like a passionate tango as both of us fought to take the lead, and often made others uncomfortable. We glided over smooth surfaces in lovely outfits but also tripped on tiny toys with spit-up everywhere. We zig-zagged and jumped to music videos with our littles. Here are a couple of my favorite dancing memories.

What do you say?

Suppose, for a minute, that you are about to walk into a room full of grieving people. Imagine that you're going to enter a situation sort of similar to speed-dating, where you'll go through a line and come face-to-face with each grieving individual. These people are in different stages and situations of grief... some people mourn for…

I am not enough

I am NOT enough. I can't "do it all." I long to be able to do and be all the things. But I can't, and the truth is that I may be able to get most of it done sometimes, but I'll never be completely enough. I'm going to let my friends down. I'm going to let my family down. I'm going to let my children down. I'm going to keep letting myself down... as long as my focus is on "my do it myself" and my list of personal expectations is long. I am not enough. But God IS enough.

God is still faithful | Christmas 2016

God is still faithful - Christmas 2016 When 2016 began, my husband of 3.5 years and I were thriving in Beloit, Wisconsin. Eric was  the Youth Pastor at Rock Valley Chapel, and I was privileged to stay at home with our young boys, Bingham and William. In January, Eric and I attended a couple’s retreat together, set…

tale of two boys – miracle of “Littler”

The Birth Story of William Cary Lindberg In October of 2014, my husband and I gave our son, Bingham, a framed ultrasound photo with a ribbon and a label that read “sibling.” The excitement in the room was wonderful as grandparents, great grandparents and Auntie Abby cheered, beamed and rejoiced that there would be a…

tale of two boys – unexpected blessing

The Birth Story of Bingham Cary Lindberg Once upon a time there was a girl who felt very uncomfortable around babies. Not only did she avoid holding them at all costs, she told everyone that the day would never come when she would have her own. And IF she ever changed her mind, she supposed,…

While my son is singing

While my sweet boy continues his song in his room, thoughts flow through my mind and fingers in my own room. This life does not match my lists and was not my plan, but I will turn back to praise the God who brought me here today. Blessed be the name of the Lord, who gives and takes away according to His goodness.