As I’ve mentioned before, God speaks to my strange little heart in strange ways. I am so thankful that though I seek to learn, grow, and speak His language, he is more fluent in the dialect of my heart than I am, and meets my seeking heart wherever I’m at. Once upon a time, several … More Catching Fire: More Than A Story to Me
My husband, Justin, held the Nerf gun that had already left an angry red welt on my side, aggravation mode in high gear. That thing is the devil’s Nerf gun. It feels like getting shot close range with a paintball gun. Justin pointed the Nerf gun at me. I aimed a death glare in return. … More He’d Take A Bullet For Me
Levi is my combination rough and tumble/snuggle bug. He is stocky and solid. Giving him hugs is like squeezing a bear cub. I’m dreading him growing out of his lingering baby attributes. We have a little routine every evening while I make dinner. I’ll be chopping and dicing above as he repeatedly opens and closes … More The Dept. of Unclaimed Grace
I want to start by saying it’s NEVER my intention to stir pots or poke wounds, but I also recognize the inevitability of unintentionally offending someone because I walk in a land full of hurting people who’ve been through horrible experiences. I fear you can’t hear my tone, my compassion, or my aching heart through … More Serpent-Doves Among Wolves
Love…. So much is said and done in the name of love. We love God. We love our spouses. We love our children. We love pizza….. Because I am a Christian, “that word” is thrown in my face at the corner of every social issue.
Read along as God flipped my perspective right in the middle of writing. Proceed with caution if you haven’t read it yet and plan to. No specific plot points revealed, but conclusions can be drawn. … More I’m Sorry. It’s Not You, It’s Me
God sends little gifts to let you know he hears. Are you looking in the right places? … More Little Kisses From A Big God
Something a little different from my normal blog post. Let me know what you think! … More The First Stone
We obviously didn’t want to return from vacation. We made two overnight pit-stops on the way home. One in Fort Walton for some beach play, and then one in Birmingham, or “Neighborham” as Ellie called it.
I married at the ripe old age of 20 to my high school sweetheart. My husband is everything I’m not.
It’s Mother’s Day weekend. It’s a weekend celebrated with Facebook posts, sticky hugs and kisses, and cute handprint cards. There will be recognition at churches across the country on the virtues of motherhood, honoring a tribe of women who make the world go round. Smiles and sunshine abound, but you look from the outside in … More To the Women With Aching Arms on Mother’s Day
Jesus, lover of my soul, let my faith be like that of a three-year-old. … More The Faith of A Child
My experience with a hootenanny, a flaming bandana, and the realities of human trafficking. … More Hootenanny for Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land And … More Hope is the thing with feathers…
