Kara's Collection: Heaven Bound

Kara's Collection: Heaven Bound

from an article originally posted February 19, 2015...

I always tell people that Kara and my son have a very special friendship. Which kind of makes me laugh, because I think Kara has very special friendships with everyone. You can’t be her friend and not feel extra special for it. But Von and Kara do love each other richly and speak each other’s language.

Kara's Collection: Present Grace

Kara's Collection: Present Grace

from an article originally posted February 16, 2015...

There is so much to me of presence. I have been struggling and thinking through my limitations lately- the places I am not, and struggle to see where I am. I imagine this will be a battle for the rest of my days- the embracing or fighting of my limits- coming and fading.

Kara's Collection: A little bit of fun ~ Guest Post by Jill Buteyn

Kara's Collection: A little bit of fun ~ Guest Post by Jill Buteyn

from an article originally posted February 13, 2015...

I’m back. Kara has many, many friends, but since I’m one of the ones who writes, y’all tend to get stuck with me a lot.

I recently did an interview regarding Kara and friendships, and one of the questions the interviewer asked me was, what’s one thing people might not know about Kara?

It didn’t take me long to answer. She’s funny, I said.

Kara's Collection: Heavenly Relationships ~ Guest Post by Blythe Hunt

Kara's Collection: Heavenly Relationships ~ Guest Post by Blythe Hunt

from an article originally posted February 12, 2015...

A new friend and I were having coffee when I referenced my sisters, how sad I am that they live far away and how close we are. She admitted to a twinge in her heart—she wishes she and her sister could be closer, that her sister were kinder, that they knew how to connect better. I smiled sadly—I wish every woman could have sisters like mine!

The Whirr of Love

The Whirr of Love

One of my favorite sounds from my childhood is the whirr of Mamma’s sewing machine. It’s a sound that travels gently through the house, an undertone of life, a sound of safety and surety. Mamma loved to sew; she frequently made dresses for me and my sisters or Halloween costumes, costumes for plays we were in, drapes, napkins, tablecloths, doll clothes. You name it, she made it. And no matter where we lived (we moved around a lot!), she brought her sewing machine; the first time in a new house that I heard the whirr, I felt like I was home, and a contentment filled my heart.