About a year ago, in an attempt to win the Insane Mother of the Year award, I took my poor little family, struggling with sore throats, runny noses, and fevers, on a roughly fourteen hour each way trip to New York City for my college roommate’s wedding. If it had been for anything else (OK,…
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About: Andrea Parunak
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- Andrea homebirths, homeschools, and home churches, and when she gets a spare minute, she can usually be found writing, reading, baking, or sewing. Her deepest desire is to bring glory to the Lord, and she regularly posts on what He’s teaching her over at her blog, Pursuing Titus 2.
Author Archives: Andrea Parunak
Fear and Grace
Six years ago I nearly died of pneumonia. It is something I have looked back on ever after to help me understand strength in the face of trials. Not my own strength. God’s. It wasn’t just that He gave the doctors wisdom, or that He enabled me to get the right antibiotics, or even that…
Congratulations, You Married Mr. Right
I married Mr. Right. If you’re married, you did, too. Mr. Right brings his wife flowers on their anniversary. He also forgets their anniversary. Mr. Right loves his children and spends his evenings playing with them. He also gets irritated and yells about how all their noise makes it hard for him to hear the…
Are We Having Fun Yet?
If you give life to a bigger than average brood, you get comments, mostly the tired old “are they ALL yours?” and “you’ve got your hands full!” kind, but sometimes somebody comes up with a new one, something more blunt and honest, something that makes you think about the world and human nature and even,…
But I was Content Yesterday
I talk a lot on my blog about our small house and all my adventures trying to fit our bloated collection of junk into it gracefully enough to manage living here. Well, lately, I’d been feeling like we were doing a pretty decent job. I was content, even excited. We were doing it. We were…
In Solo Seasons
Seven o’clock p.m. and halfway through dinner, my husband gets home. He’s smiling thankfulness at roast beef and baked potatoes and he’s fighting off a cold. By seven-thirty, he’s heading down to the basement for more work. “Mommy and Daddy check-in time at ten?” he asks. “Sounds good.” I smile my bravest. His business is…
Pregnancy Trimester 2
I Emerge from the Worst of the Nausea and Prepare to Conquer the World (or at Least to Dig My Way Out of a Mountain of Laundry) Nearly a year ago, pregnant and overwhelmed, I embarked on a radical journey of streamlining a household routine that had tormented me for most of my married life….
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