Overflowing Hands, Overflowing Love


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If you have more than two kids, then you’ve probably heard a few of these at one time or another:

“You have your hands full!” (The most popular comment, as if a mother with one child doesn’t? I’ve had one child before. No one said this to me then, but boy was it still true!)

“Are they all yours?”

“You know how that happens, right?” (Strangely, the second most popular comment…nosey people. :-P)

“That’s a lot of kids.”

Or the variation, recently heard at the park from a 6ish year old stranger, “Wow, that’s a boatload of kids!”

But the other thing I hear frequently, usually from mothers with fewer than I, is something that’s been on my mind.

“I don’t know how you do it.”

Welcome to today’s post.

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Saved from the Draft Folder

(Note: I originally wrote this in May 2017, when I was about 2 months along with Indy. It has sat in my draft folder all this time, surviving the draft purges and whispering to me. I felt it was finally time to share it, and it sort of sets the tone for the post coming next.)


​”There were they in great fear, where no fear was, for God hath scattered the bones of him that encampeth against thee: thou hast put them to shame, because God hath despised them.” Psalm 35:5

I have to be honest. When I found out I was expecting again, I was terrified for the first two weeks. I tried my best to ignore it, but I caught myself ignoring the pregnancy too, and I couldn’t allow that.

I did (do!) want the baby, but I in no way felt ready for it. After miscarrying the twins last summer, I spent the longest time thinking I didn’t want to try again. After I stopped thinking that, I still tacked a big honkin’ “someday, but not now” on my mindset, and that became the norm. It became comfortable.

It became a trap.

Apparently God thought so too, because I’ve been using natural family planning for 10 years with no surprises until now.

I had to change my thinking, there just was no other answer. God obviously thought I was ready, so He gave me the push I wouldn’t give myself and forced all the lingering doubts and fears to scatter like bones.

So here I am, and I’m calmer and happier for it.

There’s still many months of waiting ahead, but I’m so grateful to this little one already.

“Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them.” Psalm 127:3-5a


Indy, 4 months old

Blessed Assurance

We’ve been cycling through a 3 CD set of instrumental hymns, various artists. The kids have several favorites individual to each of them, but this seems to be hands down the crowd favorite.

I’m not generally a fan of drums in my hymns, so I do appreciate that the ones here are more subdued.

The older kids like to work and do school to it, the younger ones like to dance to it. They will put it on repeat and listen to it at great lengths. (Shades of their mother, there.)

What is your favorite hymn(s)?


I’m in a book! (And other tales.)

The blurb I’ve been sharing various places:

“I’m in a book! Releasing TODAY (!!!), Janet McHenry’s 50 Life Lessons for Grads is an excellent gift for the special high school or college graduate in your life. Fifty graduates (I’m one of them!) share short, personal stories that encourage, uplift, and pass on bits of wisdom. Now available in bookstores and online!”tmp_27239-51RbSNlu1JL1617625885

I feel incredibly fortunate and blessed to have been a part of this project. It was wonderful to work with Janet McHenry and catch a glimpse of the publishing world. One day, I hope to see it again.

But not for a while. After 4 months of not looking at it, I sat down to edit my novel for what feels like the millionth time. And I found so many typos. And I cringed, because I sent it to people that way. Oh well. Live and learn and rest and edit again, right? Continue reading

Pokado’s Dessert


Choux pastry, whipped cream filling, chocolate icing (ganache), and marshmallow fondant flowers.

A few weeks ago my dear 8 year old designed a dessert. Making it took some planning ahead, since marshmallow fondant isn’t something I make every day. Or week. Or year.

Eventually, we had all the ingredients AND a clean kitchen, and she made her creation. All by herself. I was pretty proud of her.


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It was good, too. Kind of a variation on eclairs, but with flowers, because this is Pokado.

Squeaky took inspiration and designed her own dessert, so there’s more coming soon!

Chapati (Indian Flat Bread)

It’s like a tortilla, but made partially (or entirely) with wheat flour. We’ve been making them a fair bit in recent days, and everyone enjoys them.

Chapatis can be used as a wrap, dipped in soups, or eaten with a little butter, honey, and cinnamon on top. Very versatile thing. Yummy too.


(makes 10-12)

1 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup whole wheat flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 Tablespoons olive oil
3/4 cup water

1) In a bowl whisk together the flours and salt.
2) Stir in the oil and the water with a wooden spoon to create a thick dough (a little more water may be needed).
3) Transfer dough to a floured surface and knead until it comes together into a smooth ball, adding flour if needed.
4) Pull off chunks about golf ball size and roll into balls. You should have 10-12.
5) Rest 10 minutes. Meanwhile, heat up a cast iron pan on med-high heat.
6) Roll out balls as thin as you can make them. Cook in the pan 30 seconds per side, or until bubbly and browned.
7) Keep under a towel until ready to serve.