Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
Maya Angelou said that "there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." Virginia Woolf pointed out that "if you don't tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people." Do we believe this? When a story grips us is it because something of real life touches something deep... Continue Reading →
One of the newest hashtags that David and I bandy about on a regular basis these days is "#notinourearly20sanymore." This could be used to aptly describe how exhausted we are by 8:30 pm. Or how we have both needed sudden and extensive (and expensive) dental work this summer. Or perhaps how my annual exam revealed... Continue Reading →
Are you in a season of restless searching? Is there a disquiet in your heart that perhaps can't be pinpointed? A wandering that has you looking in vain for the next big adventure? I am. I often am. If perhaps you can identify with my heart's yearnings, then you understand the search for validation, the... Continue Reading →
The funny thing about the journey through infertility and other diseases like it is that they can bring the most unlikely people with opposite faiths from opposite sides of the world together. We share a common bond. A common pain. A common prayer. And, sometimes, a common joy. Many of my best friends (and I... Continue Reading →
The entrance of November seems to officially welcome Fall in my mind. Gone are the Halloween decorations and gone are most the clinging summer leaves. The trees bare themselves for what is to come, Thanksgiving themes are out on display, and my heart begins to ponder the year that is past and the year that... Continue Reading →
As I drifted off to sleep this weekend, I spoke the words aloud. Spoke into the darkness of the light finding my soul. For most this would be only a minor revelation, but if you know of the worry that I've been gripped by then you also know that these words were more than idle... Continue Reading →
Call us crazy, but a group of dear friends and I have embarked upon a journey of vulnerability to expose our insecurities and deal with them. Surrender them to our Heavenly Father. Face what we've been fighting scared. Armed with Beth Moore's book "So Long, Insecurity," we met for the first time at Panera and... Continue Reading →
Amidst the holiday cheer tragedy strikes. Tragedy struck. Tragedy will strike again. I'm confounded by the juxtaposition of life and death. The memories play over and over again. The Spring day eight years ago that my grandmother's chest continued to rise and fall with tubes and machines, so that my uncle could marry his bride... Continue Reading →
A walk around neighborhood gravel paths. A set of simple questions. And I am undone. Depressed by my lack of answers. Discouraged by my lack of hope. The inflection in David's voice is nothing but loving as he asks me, "How are you doing? What is God teaching you right now?" Praise God for a... Continue Reading →
"Biblical passion is a mysterious mixture of humility, supernatural hunger, and faith. I pursue because I have been pursued. Lethargy must not be found in me. And if the average Christian life around me falls short of the biblical standard, I must pursue against the grain. If people are not being healed, I will not... Continue Reading →
