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
Lying to Myself
I've been lying to myself. Pretending that book sales don't matter. Since writing my books, my motto has been to reach one person. If my words stir the heart of one person, than I have succeeded. But I got tangled in the mess that is book publishing and big platforms and lost sight of the one. And yesterday as I checked my book sales on Amazon, I found myself crying over the laundry pile. I felt like a failure. I questioned why I wrote the books in the first place. Are my Continue Reading
Front Porch Living {Ebook Review}
Summer has a way of stirring up some pretty great childhood memories. Dipping fresh-picked strawberries and blackberries into a heaping bowl of sugar; the juice running down my chin after the first bite. Lemonade stands, homemade ice cream, and running around care free in a bathing suit all day long. Thoughts of those long-ago summer days filled my mind as I read the opening lines of Front Porch Living: A Faith Journey to the Summers of Yester-year. Lori is a fellow blogger and Continue Reading
Summer Reading List…
During my blog break, I've been diving into the books that have been sitting on my night stand and waiting for me on my iPad. There's also several on my Amazon Wish List that are calling my name. Summer and reading have always gone hand-in-hand. As a young girl I devoured one book after another on my summer vacations. My family would take a trip every year (to Colorado) and my nose would stay stuck in a book the majority of the trip. I could easily finish four or five books during a week-long 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