“As I type this, I am taking the last few steps of my training for my first marathon.” This was the text message I sent to two of my...

I watched as my little girl peered overtop the foam pit at the gymnastics party she was invited to attend. Standing on a large platform,...

I was weary, bleary-eyed and beyond worn out. I was excited about the trip, sure…but I was also so beaten down by the unjust, it was hard...

Now, this song is not one you would expect to read about on my blog and don’t worry, I am not going to try to make a parallel to my faith...

I write a lot about “momming,” as I am in that phase of life where the opportunity to learn from my children is at one of its peaks. It...

I sat in the sanctuary last Sunday, thirsty for the message I was sure would come from our pastor who had been on study leave the month...

I popped the movie, Happy Feet, in the DVD player, took a deep breath and looked ahead to a long but prepared for drive that I planned to...

We all want to be named, “winner.” It’s a word that everyone can identify with. It’s a word that is often associated with sports, games...

My grandmother was one of the dearest treasures in my life. Often, I think of her. Often, I miss her. Often, I recall our times together,...

I watched her sleeping, my littlest one. Her eyes closed, those lashes gently laying softly on those precious cherub cheeks, her lips...

I rushed into my patient’s room, knowing that I was already going to be behind for the rest of the day due to a terrible traffic accident...

Abide. That is my #oneword for 2017. Inspired by Margaret Feinburg, I am going to focus on this word this year as a catalyst to deepening...

The ministry of my home. This ministry is one of divine importance, none would disagree. It, however, is often a place of forced humility...

I had the absolute blessing of attending the BELONG tour in Charlotte this year with a dear friend of mine. She invited me a year ago and...

I can’t remember the first time I heard the phrase, “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” Usually...

I am sitting beneath a super soft and snuggly Peppa Pig blanket, beside a warm and cozy little 4-year-old with disheveled hair and footie...

This post is a “to be continued” from my previous post. Please click here to read it. —————————- The lotus bloomed again when my father...

This post originated on this BLOG with this post. The remainder of this post is from my expansion of that original post, so please read...

I sat playing UNO with my 3-year-old and was transported back in time. My grandmother and I were especially close. As she grew older, she...

I remember running through the nineteen acres of farmland I grew up on, all surrounded by barbed wire. I didn’t much think of the barbed...