Tag: Scott

Encouraging Prayer

Friday, I posted this on my Hallee the Homemaker Facebook page:

My washing machine died, my laptop crashed, my gps went missing, Gregg has National Guard this weekend – which is also my book signing weekend for Topaz Heat, and I have to enroll Scott into public school on Monday.

I’m kinda done. If it wasn’t 10AM, I’d be considering red wine and dark chocolate. But, since it’s 10AM, I’m drinking a strawberry smoothie and prepping to go to the laundromat.


I did it moderately tongue-in-cheek, partially mocking myself, partially complaining. I expected some similarly toned replies. Instead, among many wonderful and encouraging comments, I got these:


Best Laid Plans…

I feel a little bit like a fraud. “Christian Homeschooling Mom Enrolls Special Needs Child in Public School.” I don’t know how a family so strongly homeschool minded could end up with not one, but two children in public school and a 4-year-old in a preschool. However, despite what WE thought was best, God has intervened and taken us on a different direction.


Something Different

Sometimes, my heart feels a little broken. I wish I knew what else to call it. Sometimes, I look at my oldest son, Scott, and struggle with an overwhelming emotion that borders on heartache.


The Garden: Week 1

Can you believe that it’s gardening time again? This winter went by SO FAST.

That may have a lot to do with the fact that we didn’t have much of a winter in Kentucky. Our heaviest snow came on March 3rd, and the day after that it was 80 degrees outside.

Consequently, I was able to till the section of garden I planted — barefoot! I love tilling dirt barefoot. There are few things as energizing as the feel of fresh-tilled dirt on bare feet.

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The Language of Touch

My oldest son’s love language is absolutely touch. There is no doubt about it. He rubs, strokes, touches, hugs, feels constantly. When he sits next to me, he’ll grab my hand and put it on his head so that I’ll rub his head.

So, whenever I find that I have a free moment and I happen to be sitting down, you can almost bet that Scott will be in my lap.

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Be Aware

Suddenly, I heard the teller crying, heard doors shutting and locking, and people running around all around me.

Apparently, the bank had just been robbed.


Seeing the Negative Space

Our son Scott is a remarkable boy. He remembers everything, and makes correlations and comparisons in things you wouldn’t think a 5-year-old could possibly understand. He is extremely loving and needs to touch constantly, sitting in your lap or touching your face when he’s talking to you. He is an absolute joy and a miracle from God, surviving being born 10 weeks early, weighing just 3 lbs. 5 oz. at birth, but thriving despite all of his odds.

But, there is something outside of the realm of “normal” about him.



I’ve had so many people ask me how the transition of Gregg being home has gone. This past weekend, while Gregg had drill in Alabama, the kids and I visited my parents in West Virginia. At church Sunday, their pastor asked me how married life was treating me – as if we were newlyweds. It made me laugh. It also made me want to share this.


Why, Yes

Why, yes, there are boys who live here.

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