Thursday I was greeted by these words as I sat down to spend time with God while Jackson napped. I have chosen to use weak ones like you to accomplish my purposes. When I allow difficulties to come into your life, I equip you to fully handle them. Pretty encouraging words to read on Apraxia Awareness Day. A wonderful reminder from my Heavenly Father shortly after Jackson's occupational therapy evaluation where we learned it's most likely he has Sensory Processing Disorder. Although an Continue Reading
What Motherhood Has Taught Me
It's taken me every bit of these three years to fully embrace the gift of motherhood; to feel somewhat comfortable in my mother skin. I've never loved so fiercely, been frustrated so easily, or needed Jesus so desperately. People comment all the time that Jackson is lucky to have me as his Mama; but I think it's the other way around. He's the greatest gift I've ever received. He's saved me from my own selfishness. He's taught me grace. He's taught me what it looks like to Continue Reading
What the Hard Stuff Teaches Us…{Part 2}
Ann Voskamp writes, sometimes the most painful chapters of our lives - are the most meaningful chapters of our lives. Suffering doesn't have to destroy our ultimate purpose, but can ultimately achieve our purpose in life. Suffering quietly begs us to surrender so we can win a greater wisdom, a deeper strength, a closer intimacy. Jesus says we will face hard stuff; there's no getting around it. But God's glory shines brightest in the dark. What if we started looking at the hardships Continue Reading
What the Hard Stuff Teaches Us…{Part 1}
On Saturday I had the honor of speaking to a group of women in Kansas. I love sharing our story. I love digging deep into God's word and scattering hope to those who need it. I love watching Him take the hard parts of our lives and turning it into something magical; all for His glory! The past five years have been anything but easy - infertility, adoption, a year of colic, a year of strep throat followed by a tonsillectomy, depression, a marriage that barely made it, and an Apraxia Continue Reading
Seventeen Years Ago…
I was baptized in a Southern Baptist church tucked way back on a country road. It was a Sunday night. My friends and family were sprinkled within the pews. The robe I wore, heavy and cumbersome, from the weight of the water. It was a profound moment in my life. There were no flashing lights. No song being sung as I went under and came up anew. There weren't any tears that day. Only excitement coursing through my veins. That simple submerging meant something sensational. Although I Continue Reading