by Ashley Larkin | Jul 22, 2016 | Celebration, Community, Faith, Favorite posts, Giving
Several weeks ago, Michael and I plunged two of our daughters into the ice-cold baptismal waters of Clear Creek. Our church family enveloped us that late summer morning, wrapping around the creek’s banks, nodding in agreement as eyes filled with tears and phone...
by Ashley Larkin | Jan 25, 2016 | Favorite posts, Hope, Perspective, Redemption
If you are joining from Amber Haines’ place this morning, welcome. I’m so happy to see you! Amber Haines was one of the first writers I ever read online. Her words brought tears, revisited me in hushed moments, got swirled up on my insides. The way Amber...
by Ashley Larkin | May 14, 2015 | Childhood, Favorite posts, Gratitude, Perspective
Life rarely works this way, in full circles. But when it does, just glory. Let me tell you. In mid-April, I served as the speaker for a women’s church retreat at a camp called Twin Rocks. This was my fourth time at Twin Rocks, a beautiful gathering of cabins,...
by Ashley Larkin | Sep 9, 2014 | Childhood, Family, Favorite posts, Love, Mothering, Parenting
She felt afraid. Worried she wouldn’t know enough. Missing how she used to be a baby, she said. Not ready. She felt excited. To meet friends and wear a purple backpack and practice numbers and read books with Ms. Foster. So ready. The day before kindergarten...
by Ashley Larkin | Feb 12, 2014 | Family, Favorite posts, Love, Marriage
Dear Michael,Do you remember that night when you said something totally unromantic in answer to one of my dreamy-eyed questions?You might be thinking, which time? This one, honey: We were engaged, and I asked what you most looked forward to about finally marrying and...
by Ashley Larkin | Jan 28, 2014 | Childhood, Family, Favorite posts, Just Write, Mothering, One Word: Seek, Parenting, Perspective, Surrender, Tell His Story
I write in my basement where puffy cotton clouds dangle from the ceiling along with lines of raindrops cut from paint chips. Through the window, I see the backyard where buckets and rags mingle with sticks jammed into grass and a makeshift drying bench for washed and...
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