For the past few months I have grieved the loss of a friendship that just seemed to abruptly end. It's been hard to trust God with the sudden outcome because it was a friendship that I truly believed was a direct answer to my prayers about this time last year. I've questioned everything I did - maybe I was too high maintenance last fall when our family was going through a really difficult season, maybe she doesn't want to be friends with someone who comes unraveled during her son's second Continue Reading
Grasping His Grace
I yearn to be the best mother I can be to Jackson. I want to teach him about Jesus and show him what it means to have a relationship with Him. I have a very strong-willed little boy and that can make a mama crazy. I'm constantly asking God to guide me on this parenting journey. When I came across a book about parenting with grace and lavishing your kids with the love of Jesus, it sounded like just the book I needed to read. But instead of being filled with hope, I was left discouraged. Don't Continue Reading
A Different Prayer {Lessons from Psalm 139}
The other day as I filled out paperwork for another speech therapist, I was weary and worried. The clinic Jackson had been attending didn't have enough consistency. The long breaks between semesters and new therapists each session kept him from progressing like he needed to be. My heart hurt and I longed to hear the words MaMa (something he can say but rarely does). If I sit and dwell on Jackson's speech delays I find myself tumbling down a tunnel of doubt. Even when I know the Continue Reading
I Wonder If….
This summer I've been attending an IF:Gathering at a friend's church. They are watching the sessions from the conference that was held in Austin, TX back in February. It's been amazing. I love the passion and the faith exploding from the women standing on the stage. Women with huge hearts for Jesus and dreams to make a difference in this generation. Each week Jesus meets me exactly where I need Him. He's stirring in my heart, reminding me of my own God-Sized dreams. But the other day, as Continue Reading
You Belong Here
I wasn't raised in church. My dad worked on Sundays so we didn't go often. I went with my great-grandmother on occasion and even attended VBS a few times. As a young girl I felt uncomfortable at church. I sat quietly in Sunday School. I didn't know much about Noah or Moses. My Meme would give me two shiny quarters each week. I would seal the coins in an envelope and place them in the offering plate as it passed by. Church intimidated me. God was out of reach. Back then I thought I Continue Reading