Five years ago, I stood in my wedding dress and held the door open for Barry Switzer. I cried when I saw my not-so-pretty wedding cake. My girls and I sang a silly song: "We're going to the wedding, the wedding, the wedding." My wedding. Five years ago. It's by the grace of God that John and I are still together. I'm not exactly sure how we survived infertility, the emotional roller coaster that is adoption, the colic-induced screams, or the financial stress that we've encountered these past Continue Reading

When you listen to that small whisper deep inside you. When you take a big leap and trust the One who is calling you, you find that life turns out anything but ordinary. I'm an ordinary girl who had a dream. I wanted the words to fall onto the page. I wanted our story - His story - to impact others for an eternal purpose. I wanted to write a book. And I did, but not without doubt and fear and a sneaky enemy doing all he could to keep me from the dream God had placed on my Continue Reading

When was the last time you were just in awe of God's love for you? When was the last time it dawned on you just how much He cares, not just about the big, but the small details of your life? Yesterday was the day for me. As I drove to pick Jackson up from his first day of pre-school, I was overwhelmed at how God had been faithful to answer two prayers, which to me seemed very small. I wondered if I should have even bothered God with the requests. I never hesitate to pray about the big Continue Reading

There are mornings when I lay in bed listening to Jackson click his light switch off and on and I wonder if I have the strength to face the mountain of laundry piled in the living room chair. Mommy hood is monotonous. It's fixing meals, washing sippee cups, and changing diapers over and over and over. Yesterday I prayed, "Lord, don't let me overlook the small blessings of today." There are days when it's difficult to see anything other than the dishes piled in the sink and the toys scattered Continue Reading

I was 20-years-old. Full of hopes and dreams. My parents drove me across the Texas border into Sooner Nation with everything I owned packed in the U-Haul behind us. It was really happening. I had been accepted to the University of Oklahoma, a dream I had had since getting my first glimpse of the campus the summer after my sixth-grade year. It was exciting, until my parents pulled away and loneliness engulfed me. Sitting in that little apartment on Cherry Stone, miles away from my family and Continue Reading