I hate to admit it, the McNeilly's are yellers. Not the angry kind of yellers, but the "You're at the other end of the house and I have something to tell you" kind of yellers. I have tried everything in my power to get this family into the practice of walking across the room before speaking and have failed. I have resigned myself to house of loud boys. It is inevitable that someone will yell from the bathroom, "Mom!!! I forgot my underwear!" or "Mom!! I can't find my shoes!"
I have a confession. Well maybe a couple... I love pretty things in my home. I stink at memorizing scripture. I usually end up with post-it notes or 3x5 cards taped all over my house in an attempt to remember what I am supposed to hide in my heart. I love, love it when a ministry or blogger shares a lovely freebie with a verse on it. So, I thought, "why not make my own?" Okay, one more confession...I didn't design this pretty little thing. I may have had the words, but my s
Summer floats away as Fall breathes her chilly breeze. Waiting. Winter blankets the world softly, freezing a moment in time. Spring patiently sleeps. Waiting Her dance of new life, a promise of hope. Summer will be back down the river once again. As sure as the seasons our hearts will follow. The rhythm of life. Waiting. A circle of dreams, tears & hope. Sometimes we forget that life is a cycle of seasons. We focus on a moment; wanting it to pass quickly or last forever. Wint
At our house Saint Patrick's Day is a day filled with green food, green art projects & green science experiments. Of course it is always concluded with corned beef, potatoes, cabbage & Irish soda bread. I love St. Paddy's Day. Not just because both sides of the family boast of a little Irish blood or the fun had all day long, but because of the story behind the celebration. In the midst of the hoopla, the boys and I always stop to read the story of St. Patrick. It's a salvati
I have a love hate relationship with mirrors. They're kinda necessary when prepping one's self for the day. While there is the rare occasion of being happy with what I see; most days I hate looking in the mirror. I mainly notice imperfections that need to be fixed. While shopping with my mom-n-love, we came across this sweet little mirror sitting atop the Eiffel Tower. I have always admired the Eiffel Tower and mom in her always generous way bought me one. One side was a norm