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The Things We Forget to Be Grateful For
Some lessons show up quietly… and some show up like a pinched nerve that lays you flat on the couch for a week and a half. Debilitating. Ask me how...
The Things We Forget to Be Grateful For
Some lessons show up quietly… and some show up like a pinched nerve that lays you flat on the couch for a week and a half. Debilitating. Ask me how...
When God’s Grace Meets Our Messy Days
The past few weeks have felt like someone picked up our life, shook it like a snow globe, and set it back down in a slightly different arrangement. Beautiful in...
When God’s Grace Meets Our Messy Days
The past few weeks have felt like someone picked up our life, shook it like a snow globe, and set it back down in a slightly different arrangement. Beautiful in...
Letter to My Younger Self: Learning Grace Throu...
If I could sit down with my younger self...the little girl in the black ballet costume who thought every clap was laughter, I’d cup her face gently and tell her...
Letter to My Younger Self: Learning Grace Throu...
If I could sit down with my younger self...the little girl in the black ballet costume who thought every clap was laughter, I’d cup her face gently and tell her...
The Holy Messiness of New Seasons
There’s something about spring that always gets me thinking about the seasons of life. (Honestly, every season has me doing this...lol). Maybe it’s the way everything suddenly bursts into color,...
The Holy Messiness of New Seasons
There’s something about spring that always gets me thinking about the seasons of life. (Honestly, every season has me doing this...lol). Maybe it’s the way everything suddenly bursts into color,...
Love God. Love People. (Yes… Even Them)
Midlife motherhood should honestly come with a medal. Or a soundtrack. Or maybe a warning label. Because let me tell you… living with teenagers? That’s an Olympic-level emotional workout. One...
Love God. Love People. (Yes… Even Them)
Midlife motherhood should honestly come with a medal. Or a soundtrack. Or maybe a warning label. Because let me tell you… living with teenagers? That’s an Olympic-level emotional workout. One...
Somewhere Between Snack Time and Freshman Year,...
Somewhere between packing snack bags and watching him hit off a tee in the backyard… life sped up. I didn’t notice when it happened. There was no warning label, no...
Somewhere Between Snack Time and Freshman Year,...
Somewhere between packing snack bags and watching him hit off a tee in the backyard… life sped up. I didn’t notice when it happened. There was no warning label, no...