hope writers
that time I made a sticker chart…
This is a family pic that we took on Mother’s Day. I LOVE my precious offspring…all four of them…but after weeks of quarantine and endless family time, I have never been more thankful or appreciative of babysitters. And grandmas. And date nights. And alone time. Here’s why: my youngest two are not good listeners and…
that time I grabbed the scissors…
I am not a very patient person by nature (My husband snorted when he read that sentence. He says I am NOT AT ALL a patient person). Like, for instance, when I get an idea in my head. I will ruminate on it for about half of a day, but then I have to take…
purpose over perfection…
I LOVE my new house. Every morning, my husband and I say to each other that we can’t believe we get to live here. It’s so much bigger than our last house, has room for entertaining, and the yard is beautiful. What a gift from God it is! It’s also REALLY out-of-date. HELLO 70’s! Lucky…
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…
eyes on the prize…
It is not easy being transparent about my struggles. I am well aware that it can make me look downright pitiful…and most of the time, I’m ok with that. I continue to share because I want others to see the POWER that is available to them if they press into Jesus. This is one 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…
willing to be a fool…
I am willing to be a fool for you. That’s the promise that I made to God when I started writing. Through the good, the bad and the ugly, I vowed to be transparent so that others could see his tremendous love and power at work in my life. The journey has not been easy…
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.…
my joy went missing…
This week, my joy went missing. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to find it. I think it may have gotten buried underneath expensive car repairs, sick kids, big decisions, a mountain of to-dos, job rejections and lack of sleep. As I was lamenting my lack of joy to the Lord this…