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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

Archive for the ‘Reflecting’ Category

Goodbye to Our Town

Tuesday, July 21st, 2015


I had no idea what to expect when I decided to marry Phil and that this would mean having to live in a small rural town in Nebraska. I was enchanted by the charms of this lovely place from the beginning but was unsure how I would handle actually living here.

But, it was Phil I wanted and if I was to have him it meant having this town too.


It was a hard adjustment for me but the beauty and simplicity of life in this place grew deep into me.

We have loved so much about our little town. We have been happy here, raising our babies here and starting so many traditions here.


I will miss how much harvest and planting seasons affect our lives. I will miss the tractors and combines that drive past our house everyday. I will miss watching the crops grow and walking the many hills. I’ll miss the oldness of the trees and maybe even the smell of money wafting in from the feed lot on the edge of town.


But as Nanci Griffith says, the heart of any town is the people that you’ve known. We have made some dear friends in this place. It is them we will miss most.

So, here’s another tribute. This one is for our town.
(PS – Nothing in life is free right? So my “free” slideshow has a beautiful watermark, please pretend it’s not there. It was just so easy to use I don’t even care.)

Summer Magic

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2015


“Dandelion Wine. The words were summer on the tongue.”

The wine was summer caught and stoppered. The balm of sun and idle August afternoons, the faintly heard sounds of ice wagons passing on brick avenues, the rush of silver sky-rockets and the fountaining of lawn mowers moving through ant countries, all these, all these in a glass.”

Like a smile, like a sudden patch of sunlight in the dark. Dandelion wine. Dandelion wine. Dandelion wine.” from Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury

Remember how good summer felt when you were a child? Remember how magical the smallest little thing could be? I miss that. I’ll admit it. I miss being a child.




Farewell To The Baptismal Gown

Saturday, April 25th, 2015


I love this gown.

I’m always proud to get it out for my next baby girl to wear on her baptism day.


I love the simple, delicate embroidery and I love it’s history.


Martha is the twelfth baby girl in the long line of five Mackin girls, two Hughes girls and our four other girls to be baptized in this beautiful gown. My mom was the first. Born in April of 1948, almost exactly 67 years ago.


Here she is tiny and new, with Father Lorrigan on her baptism day.


Sadly, after some inspection and discussion my mom and I decided Martha would be the last baby to wear it. It has a number of holes and stains that come with its age. So for its sake, the gown will be retired and replaced with a new one which I hope will become another heirloom to pass down to my daughter’s daughters.

I look at this tattering gown and am reminded of the words my Grandma often declared, “Well nothing lasts forever!” Yes. She’d probably have tossed this dress long ago!

I’m also reminded of another truth. This gown worn as my babies were given new life is, just as our bodies, still subject to the affects of sin while on this Earth. Here, where moth and rust destroy.



“Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true. And he said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give from the spring of the water of life without payment. The one who conquers will have this heritage, and I will be his God and he will be my son.

Why I Blog

Thursday, November 20th, 2014


I read this post yesterday and I agreed with what Bridget writes. It’s good to be reminded to blog with care and it made me think of all the reasons I blog as a mother, as a wife, as a woman.

So why do I blog?

Because I’m afraid I’ll forget.

Because I want to remember the great days.

I want to remember the bad days.

I want to remember that my babies make me laugh.

I want to remember that my babies make me cry.

I want to tell the world and my husband why I love him.

This blog is mostly for me. I know it’s public and I’m ok with that. I have no ambitions to expand, to have 100s of followers and 50 comments over how I put on my mascara or how cute my kids are at the park. They are really cute at the park by the way.