Devotional

I feel like turning thirty has allowed a side of me that’s always been there (nerdy, kind of quirky) to be set free. I don’t think this is just the magic number of thirty. For years in my twenties, and teen years, I wrestled with a deep desire to be known, but a fear that […]

Why do we practice gratitude? Why do we show kindness? Do these go hand in hand in some way? This has been a question nagging the back of my mind as we launch into November and the Thanksgiving season.

One thing I have always known since I was a little girl, is that I wanted to be a mother. There was a desire in me I couldn’t explain. As a baby, I loved babies. I enjoyed nurturing, providing, and being there for others. When my husband and I got married and we completed our

God’s goodness is not just confined to our definition. Sometimes we can look back and realize that God’s goodness was our grace. We can be thankful.

Scripture tells us in Deuteronomy 6:5-9 (NIV): “Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.  These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children.  Talk about them when you sit at home and when you

“Let God to the hard work.” Standing there ironing, the words barreled out my husband’s mouth to pierce the wall of my doubt. Oh, how easy those words sounded but the reality was entirely different. I wanted to trust. I wanted to lay it right in God’s hands.  But the “what ifs” and “when” kept

I’ve always been a perfectionist and an overachiever. In fact, I came out of my mama’s womb 6 weeks early; everything was fine, I was just ready to go. Through all my formative years, getting things done efficiently and exactly the way I wanted to was always the priority. Of course, it was no surprise

E.A.S.Y.  I dream of things being EASY.  I can’t be alone in this…  If there’s a woman out there reading this, I know that when you’re tired, and the laundry is piled up, the baby’s screaming and the kids are fighting… you dream of things being easy. Sometimes I think I’m getting close to things

I always wanted to be a mother. My nurturing instinct pranced at the thought of having a baby of my own; a baby to love, care for, and raise to be a beautiful being. I thought about how I would teach my child about what there is to know about life; how I would instruct