• Archive for October 2013


    Sunday, October 27, 2013


    When a whirlwind of a year, even a decade, catches up, and he mentions it hopeful; some time slipped in just for us.  He speaks of spice, sun and far-away lands. I smile sweetly and say a flight away makes this mama's heart flutter a little with nerves.  He talks all hushed-like to the Grandma, about leaving our brood for a whole lot of days, then comes up with a plan just steps away from home. Far enough though, to not hear the busyness of home or the loads of laundry pilling up and the demands left behind.

    We packed our hiking boots worn from days long ago, newlywed boots I call 'em, and took the time needed, to get rested, rejuvenated and reconnected.  

    We had the leisure  to hold hands,  laugh together - long and lovely,  he listened to my heart and me of his.  We smiled at each other, we prayed together, read the paper and books, we hiked mountains and sailed through mountain lakes, took high tea-high in the alps, dined in a way long forgotten with the appearance of babes, slow and tasteful, unrushed for a whole week of meals and pleasures.  

    I was reminded of the depth of love we share for each other. It hasn't all been Rocky Mountain holidays and exhilaration, much investment has been given to our eleven years of marriage. There has been many challenges over the years of two becoming one. Thankfully our commitment to each other has grown with our love.  

     I came home feeling the blush of a newlywed

    and the

    Blessedness of a bride,

    the  taste of the sweetness of time,

    Lived and shared together.


    Mothering Under Holy Wings

    Wednesday, October 23, 2013



    I so often hear the weight of others heart, they talk over the phone, coffee or email. They say the things of my own thoughts. How walking this path of motherhood is not easy or glamorous, not sure their cut out for the demands of Mothering full time. Some spill their tears at home school support groups, all the weight of parenting and educating loaded in their hearts.

    How I can understand.

    There are swarms of concerns we Mothers carry.

    This summer looking into the Fall and the bold day marking the first of the education calendar, that little box with a start date in the corner got me flustered right down deep.

    How to do it?

    One Mama, Five littles.

    Grade five, Grade one.

    A three year-old and two toddling one year-olds!

    Every Year starts this way,

    Me questioning how.

    When the days start before the sun and the moon is high by the time sleep returns like a comforting friend. When a list of to-do's carries from one day to the next.

    And I spend my nights awake with my youngest who's past of neglect robs her peace of sleep. And the tears and the restlessness keep us both awake from 1a.m till 5a.m and the alarm signals a new day at 6a.m

    My cumbersome feet and heart make it's shuffle in the early a.m and I stand in front of my fridge, there a prayer hangs, and I chant it over and over until I believe it's words.

    Courage comes slipping in gently like the dawn.

    And my troops awake eager and lovely and full of life.

    And the day journeys on.

    And I falter.

    Because navigating between toddlers wants and needs, wondering at the fine line between grace and giving in.

    Latin and Laundry,

    Fractions and Food,

    By the end of my day my limbs tremble from exhaustion.

    My heart loves this life, my kids undertow, teaching and living all together.

    Yet my wants and expectations, speak a testimony of frustration.

    This is how God spoke to me, through the weakness of my own heart.

    He is teaching me, ever so patiently through another school year, that it's about His holiness, empting me into Him and trusting him that obedience to Him is the fruit. Not my expectations coming to fruition or my lofty goals accomplished.

    Another sunrise was the sanctuary for my weak heart, willing to surrender this year to God.

    When the fears and tears were shed, Grace came in peace and whispered this pray, for me to script into my heart, a pray to meditate on and turn to when the challenges arise.

    It hangs on my fridge

    It's my anthem

    a call to bring me back to that sunlit morning when God showed me it's about Him

    choosing me to lead his precious young.


    My Anthem

    Mothering under the shelter of God's holy wings

    I am a extension of Heaven to my Children, the first face of God displaying the tender mercies of His Grace.

    I walk humbly unto Christ as I lead my littles into His ever loving and open arms.

    The Spirit of God will dance over us and be among us as the Holy Spirit is welcomed into our home.

    May I always be first looking to the cross and then unto things around, focused on beauty, bringing life and love to the hearts and lives of my Family.

    By Grace and echoing all that is gifted through the cross may I display Love, Tenderness, Graciousness, Patients and Peace.

    May the words my children hear be the sincerity of pray, the gracious of tongue and the holy whispers of Divinity.

    May all things of my heart and home be a

    Holy and Pleasing Sacrifice

    My Father and My Lord.

    Sweet Mothers,

     Find your own anthem, lyrics God has spoken to your spirit.

    Every company focused and with purpose has a mission statement.

    A Declaration

    that holds them fast

    steadies and guides.

    Your most sacred role is sheparding the young, leading them to God.  

    Have a declaration

    a prayer

    your purpose


    So you can see and be reminded of your magnificent role as a




    About Us

    Monday, October 21, 2013


    July slipped away with summer and a stunning Autumn has come and nearly gone since I have found time to update these pages. A good break helped me get caught up on so many of my to-do's. One being the simple updates this blog so desperately needed! Our 'About Us' page is now updated with the two latest baby additions! I will post our 'About Us' column here for now. Along with some quick photos we took this weekend, finally we are all in one shot at one time!


    About Us

    Beatific is a journal, pages I fill with memories and moments of our life.

    I am forever searching for miracles garbed in simplicity, I have come to know my Heavenly Father's love though his extraordinary displays of beauty in life's ordinary details.

    Daily I am swept up in his kindness as he gently leads me closer to his heart, there I have found wide open spaces of peace and joy.

    He has lead me to the one and only man I have loved, kissed and called husband, together we have filled our home with babies... five of my life's most divine accomplishments. When I look into their eyes I know who I was made to be, their Mother, a purposeful servant leading them to God, counting every moment of these years as precious.

    Trepid in my own strengths I humbly embrace God guiding me to be an expression of his love and grace to my husband and children.

    This journey of faith is not always easy, I consistently bump into my short-fallings and heartaches, this is my true-life living, vulnerably scripted into this space.

    Embracing the ancient arts of femininity, beauty, creating a home, natural childbirth, thoughtful parenting, gentle and focused living and a wife desired by her husband.

     Our life has lead us to live in Asia, West Africa and now we are home in the vast wilderness of the Canadian Rockies.
    A women of gently grace gains respect. Proverbs 11:16