proverbs 31 women
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…
useless to useful…
Useless. That’s what they called him. Useless. It was literally the meaning of his name. Useless. Can you imagine if that was the word used to describe you? There is a man in the book of Philemon that was known for it. Onesimus was described by Paul as useless, and for good reason. He was…
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…
be at peace…
Do you have anyone in your life who is difficult to be at peace with? I do. And I gotta say that sometimes, being at peace is no small task…and definitely not always very fun or very fair. For the last year, I’ve been wrestling with what the Bible says about being a peacemaker because…
when I hit rock bottom…
I still take a deep breath before I tell my story to someone new. A really big deep breath. Because my story is humbling. I’ve said this before, but it’s true: I’ve made all the mistakes. All of them. There is a reason I am so passionate about God and his love. There is a…
running the race…
I remember how I felt so vividly: the rush of adrenaline, the sweaty palms, the nervous stomach. On track meet days in high school, I was a wreck. The whole day. In the hours leading up to the event, before I even put on my uniform, my heart would start to beat faster in anticipation…
do this one thing…
I went to church every Sunday. I volunteered at church. A lot. I was part of a small group. I listened to Christian music. I had wonderful mentor moms. I had solid Christian friends. I thought I was doing good in the faith department. But… there was one thing I didn’t do. Just one thing.…
courageous faith…
One of my favorite memories of my hubby’s last football season has nothing to with Friday nights under the lights or the excitement of winning 11 straight games. It was actually how he responded when he started receiving attention for the success of the team. About four games into the season, T.V. stations started calling…