by Ashley Larkin | Aug 15, 2013 | Faith, Favorite posts, Hope, Imperfect Prose, Mothering, One Word: Trust, Perfectionism, Surrender, Trust
I write a bit how I live — with some planning and dedication and a whole lot of flying by the seat of my pants. I work in the scraps and snatches of time I can find between the laundry and the school supply shopping, the running through the sprinkler and the...
by Ashley Larkin | Mar 20, 2013 | Faith, Mothering, Perfectionism, Redemption, Risk-taking, Truth-telling
From this spot, with my legs folded under blankets and red coffee cup at my chin, I see the light pop to life once again, through the dining room window across from where I sit — just as it does nearly every dark morning. And there in the pool of our...
by Ashley Larkin | Mar 15, 2013 | Five Minute Friday, Grace, Mothering, One Word: Trust, Perfectionism, Perspective, Rest
Perhaps you are like me, and you find it difficult to pull up the sheets at night because all day long you’ve been pulling out the sheets with the line items, all the tasks to do. And you cross off a line, and feel momentary satisfaction, and then there’s...
by Ashley Larkin | Mar 8, 2013 | Childhood, Family, Five Minute Friday, Grace, Love, Mothering, Perfectionism, Perspective
How can one write about home in just five minutes? For it is all that happens within these walls and all that we learn here that we carry throughout the earth. Home is where we figure out who we are and to whom we belong. It’s where we paint pictures of what is...
by Ashley Larkin | Feb 21, 2013 | Faith, Imperfect Prose, Joy, Mothering, One Word: Trust, Perfectionism, Perspective, Surrender, Trust
Get over your hill and see what you find there, With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair. Mumford & Sons Over a glass of wine last night, a friend and I talked of expectations. How, like creeping weeds, they reach ’round to choke out the gift that...
by Ashley Larkin | Jan 15, 2013 | Childhood, Mothering, One Word: Trust, Parenting, Perfectionism, Perspective, Trust
As a young(er) mother, I daily struggled with the feeling that I should be doing something I wasn’t doing. It wasn’t any one thing in particular. Just a nagging sense that I should be giving my energy to that, instead of this. Seems I spent altogether too...
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