I began with a prayer because I wasn't brave enough to take a bigger step of faith. I pray for the person in my life who doesn't quiet get this God of mine. She struggles to believe He really loves her. How could He after the mess she's made? She doesn't grasp the difference between religion and relationship. So I pray and God moves and time passes and I find the courage to take the next step. I write her a letter. I send her cards. I let her know I'm praying for her. I send her my Continue Reading
Five Minute Friday {Bloom}
The publishers all said my book idea wouldn't reach a big enough audience. Why would anyone who wasn't struggling with infertility or pursuing adoption care about our story? But He was asking me to write it. Maybe not for thousands, but for the one or two who needed hope. Our story goes deeper than my desire to be a mother. It's about a Savior. Faith and fears. It's about letting go. Heartache and healing. Since my book released last fall there have been times when I have felt Continue Reading
Five Minute Friday {Belong}
I remember peeking through the blinds and watching the group of girls next door. Their laughter was like a dagger to my heart. While they had fun, oblivious of the girl next door, I was alone in my room wondering why I didn't belong. I questioned what was wrong with me. I wondered why I hadn't been invited. After all, they were in my class. And now, even at 32, there are still times I feel like I'm on the outside looking in. I've never been part of the in crowd. My close friends Continue Reading
Five Minute Friday {Exhale}
Sitting on the back porch of my parents house, peace has a way of seeping into my soul. It's not the house I grew up in, but it's still home. The birds sing a harmony of good mornings as the sun rises in the Texas sky. Some days the breeze rustles the trees making a melody, but this morning they remain frozen. An American flag hangs - the red, white, and blue - a reminder of the freedom we celebrate today. The porch swing sways every worry away. Cardinals are Continue Reading
Five Minute Friday {Lost}
I'd be interested to know how many hours of sleep I've lost during these first 2.5 years of motherhood. The sleep deprivation and the long nights were a new mother's worst nightmare. I like sleep. A lot. There were nights so fog-filled with desperation. I just wanted to sleep. My son just wanted to scream. Now in our toddler years, those horrible nights are still ingrained in my mind. The mere thought of them makes me cringe at the thought of having a newborn again. Colic has Continue Reading