faith
the road narrows…
I’m trying a new thing this winter and it involves bundling up in a million layers and heading outside as the sun is coming up. YIKES. Apparently, I am now living proof of what a non-winter person can accomplish when they are desperate for a little fresh air, a little alone time, and a little…
what I wish they knew…
What does a room full of teenagers need to know about God? That was the question I kept asking myself as I was prepping for our first breakfast club. It felt like a big and daunting question because God is BIG. It also felt like a big and daunting question because of the…
nice when they’re not…
You know what I find to be one of the hardest things to teach my kids? Be nice when the other person is not. But that’s what I tell my kids when they divulge to me that other kids at school say mean things to them, or push them around. Be nice when they’re not. …
finding balance?
Being a parent is no joke. It seems like I do not have enough time in the day, EVER, to get stuff done. Actually, I get plenty done: driving kids around, yard work, laundry, meals, and paying bills. I’m talking about the “me” stuff. That’s the stuff I can’t figure out how to do. Please…
a lot can happen in 1 year…
One year. It’s been one year since I took a giant leap of faith and started a blog. I remember my first post. I was terrified. New to writing. Tech un-savvy. Insecure about my idea. I hit the “publish” button and cried because I was so scared it would flop. It feels like a lifetime…
the lesson I learned about rest…
Resting. I’m NOT good at it. I don’t really do it because the entire time I am resting, all I can think about is what I should be doing instead of resting. I prefer to run full speed. To get stuff done. To knock out my to-do list like a prize fighter. Most of…
it isn’t fair…
It isn’t fair! Do you know how many times I have said that phrase? Too many times. As a kid, I remember righteous indignation boiling to the surface and spilling out of me when I faced an injustice. It isn’t fair! I would yell as I stomped my foot. Usually, it…
the power of the tongue…
I was trying to steer my overflowing cart through the crowded dairy aisle at Target, frantically checking my list to make sure I had grabbed everything. My little guys were hitting each other and screaming for treats, which made it difficult to focus. I could sense that we were fast approaching a meltdown, so I…
still, I trust.
I would love to be able to say that I am navigating this time of hardship in our family with grace and joy. But the truth is that I’m struggling. Still, I trust. And I think that’s the heart of real faith – it’s daring to trust God and have hope that flies in the…
Her name was Hope…
I was almost home, only a block from my house, when I saw her lying there on the side of the road. An elderly woman had fallen into a snowbank and couldn’t get up. I slammed on my brakes, pulled over, and ran to help her. As I got closer, I could smell the alcohol.…