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I’m Dianne, a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, and Christ-lovin’ creative. This is my home to share what inspires me, moves me, and brings meaning and beauty to everyday life.
“Creativity is the way I share my soul with the world.”
-BRENE BROWN
MOST RECENT POSTS
Life is Short
Still in shock from the unfortunate news, my senses became awakened to the sacred blessings of my life. Looking soberly in the mirror I realized I often take life for granted, so I paused to recall all the details.
On a Sunday in April
He was born on a warm Sunday morning in April. I was both sad that I missed church and relieved to finally hold my firstborn son in my arms.
Eighteen Balloons
Eighteen balloons fill her room as she wakes up. It is her eighteenth birthday and I can’t believe it. She is now an adult. The little sweet baby born on a warm April night has been raised to adulthood. I am sad and happy at the same time.
Sisters
We gathered in her living room on a gray Wednesday afternoon. Outside the wind was colder than it should be on a late March day. I sat on the couch next to her younger sister.
A Rose called Hope
Hope is as pink as a wild rose. I see it’s pink petals beginning to unfold. This hope is like the wild roses I’ve seen flourishing on the edge of the gravel road on my way home. The light pink blossoms remind me that beauty can thrive even in rocky soil.
The God Who Sees
In the distance, I could see a young woman walking in the blowing sand. The sweltering heat beat down on her as the sun stood high in the sky. As I squinted in the glare trying to make my hands a visor to shield my eyes I could see the weary girl was expecting a child but seemed to be in trouble as I watched her crumble under a tree.
Losing Sleep
Looking back at her own launch she remembers the restlessness her daughter feels. She had it too, it is a part of growing up. The pressure to jump out and try your wings is innate but the mother bird looks at her offspring and wonders if she is ready. She knows her daughter’s tendencies and she worries.
There was a Tear in his Eye
I had seen him excited, proud, and happy with me many times in my life, but this was different. It was here in this place that miracles have happened for us.
Simply Girls
A tear traveled up from that deep place her story had awakened. I could hear the little voices of our daughters playing in the other room. Effortlessly they giggled and played as if worlds never collided, as if we all were simply girls.
Like A Flood
“Brad, promise me you won’t get mad,” I said into my pink razor phone. In the rear view mirror three little faces looked at their young mother trying to hold it together.
The Impossible Dream
Gone were the dreams of becoming an Olympic speed walker, now I was focused on winning the 800 meters. Like a gazelle, I leaped past the woods, the retirement home, and closed in on my apartment building at last…
Becoming
The process of becoming is complicated I thought. I looked up at the framed picture hanging over my desk, the hand-drawn face of a girl in charcoal. I had peeked in at my daughter many times as she worked to bring out each feature.
Over A Tuna Fish Sandwich
I met her my last year of college. Her name was typed out on the list of cleaning jobs thumb tacked to the bulletin board in the student center. I put down my duster to jot down her name, Willette Lanning.
On my cheek, her Token
We made small talk for a little while before I passed out the little communion cups. It had been years since she had been able to go to church because of her health, so it felt a little like Christmas.
The Amazing Race
This is one of my favorite stories from 2020. The Amazing Race is the story of the only time I beat my 18 year-old son in a race, but it is more than just a victory, it was our break through.
Time is Up
Time: No matter how you spend it, there is no slowing it down or holding it for ransom. Even the greatest moments linger only in our memory like small snapshots.
The Best Christmas Party Ever
You know those moments when you think I should throw a big party. It will be a blast, what could possibly go wrong? Here is the story of my biggest Christmas Party FAIL.
Old Fashioned Ribbon Candy
Walking down the Christmas aisle at Walmart my eyes fell on a box of Old fashioned ribbon candy and instantly memories from Great Grandma’s house filled my head.
Pursuing the Star
Could the Three Kings of the Christmas Story inspire us today in their pursuit of the star? A Christmas Devotion.
The Side Door Nativity
Sipping the steaming coffee in my to-go cup, I noticed a plastic nativity scene set up by the side door of a small brick house. Then the light turned green so I quickly focused on the road, but I frowned.