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...

Stan and I have been taking dance lessons for the past three years. It started as a “pipe dream” of mine. I loved watching “Dancing with...

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...

After a long decision process, Stan and I decided to let Landon stay back for his baseball game this past Saturday instead of attending a...

This is a “part two” of my previous post, Finding My Uganda (My Calling in This Life): Part One. In the book, Kisses from Katie, the...

I woke early that morning. I couldn’t sleep. I had tossed and turned, prayed, I had even resorted to counting sheep. Instead of...

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...

So, school started this past week. Shuffle time, indeed. And, not only did school start for my boys, but I also started a new (added to...

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...

As I scrolled through Facebook, a similar picture to the one above caught my eye. My dear friend, Heather, my Elijah friend, my fellow...

I just re-read the story of Jonah, in preparation to teach Sunday School to preschoolers. I reflected on the “irony” of my previous post...

I felt the need to sort through many weeds in my life when I got home from my trip to Concord, NC to attend She Speaks, a conference put...

It was dark and cold. I heard the familiar beeping on that IV pump. I saw the lights, blinking, somewhat rhythmically, somewhat random,...

We can all likely recall the childhood story of the Velveteen Rabbit, written by Margery Williams. The story that tells of a rabbit,...

It’s easy to get swept up in the busy of life, missing out on the precious life giving word of God, because, well, it’s more than there...

In finding my space here in the “Blogosphere” I am seeking to be what God wants me to be, and specifically, what He wants me to be, here....

I remember writing the skeleton of this post two years ago, thinking through all the different types of moms that I know and that have...