We are a motley crew, more in the Shakespearean than in the vile but catchy 80s band sense of the phrase. In fact, I would say that we are more mottled than motley, speckled with various colorful combinations of psychological disorders (we like to call them eccentricities), educational motifs, and religious convictions (weird word... persuasions? no, affiliations.... terrible... any suggestions?). We love Patty Griffin, Bob Dylan, and one another, though not in that order. We like our eggs scrambled, our house ill-arranged, and our time together. And oh, how we laugh. How do you like your eggs?
I chose the name Rehoboth for two reasons. First, because the name Rehoboth, which Jacob gives to a well, seems to resonate with the direction of our family. Upon finally reaching a well that no one quarrels over, Jacob names it Rehoboth, declaring, "Now the Lord has given us room and we will flourish in the land." (Gen 26:22). God has certainly created room in every aspect of our family life, and our flourishing leaves me speechless (well, not quite speechless....that's why I started a blog). The second reason is pretty straighforward. My Great Grandma's church was named Rehoboth, and she remains forever unmatchable. So, Our Rehoboth. Thank you for taking the time to stop by.