Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
"And love is not a victory march / It's a cold and a broken hallelujah." ~Jeff Buckley And it's that broken hallelujah that fills my soul with shivers. It's the sacrifices that my Jesus made for me and the sacrifices we make out of love that touch an eternal cord, ringing true of what is... Continue Reading →
All too often I wake up with the weight of the day's tasks burdening my all-too-sleepy heart and body. I can become overwhelmed simply considering the needs of my nearly 100 students. I become even more overwhelmed when you add their families, my family, my coworkers and their families to my plate. Then, I turn... Continue Reading →
Broken hallelujahs escape my lips. My husband, who has barely slept in days, looked at me this morning and asked, "If God chooses not to provide for the Senegal mission trip any other way, then are you okay if we aren't reimbursed for the personal money we have already invested?" As my heart answered "not... Continue Reading →
