The house gets messier. Food disappears quicker. Bedtime routines get later and a little crazier. Friends are spending the night. Kids are coming and going and asking what we are doing today for the second and third time. Lord, help all the mama’s! It’s summertime! My heart feels shuffled around without routine and all the
I went there. I dove all in. I let the emotion, the frustrations, the doubts, and yes, even the anger tumble right out. I told God, then I told my husband. I guess some of us need to say it twice just to make sure we are heard loud and clear. The thoughts and emotions
She covered my hand in hers. This beautiful woman who I was sitting next to, did not know me. We had only shared a few words, yet somehow she knew. She sensed the welling up of emotion and I’m sure she saw the tears slipping down my cheek, as the message on brokenness was spoken
Looking to others is not something we necessarily set out to do. Most of us are aware that God is control and it’s really all up to Him, not them, right? Life happens and somehow if we are not careful, it sneaks up on us. Someone brags on us or believes in us and before
I untied the knots and begin pulling the yarn which caused my crochet project to unravel. The navy yarn piled up in my lap and looked like a messy bowl of yarn spaghetti, as I kept undoing what I had once put together. I thought to myself, yup, life feels a bit like this right
So I began a project that I thought would be fun and amazing and it turned out to be quite different then I envisioned it to be. I cut the leaves off the magnolia trees, two bags full, and was excited to make a magnolia leaf garland for our mantle. I began cleaning the leaves,
I wanted a white vase, so I spray painted white over my shiny Goodwill find. I must not have prepped well enough as the white paint began to chip off around the edges after a while. The chipping didn’t look much like shabby chic or farmhouse decor or anything nice, so the vase was relegated
Out of sorts, or a beautifully imperfect life? My home is a work in progress as I am. I enjoy re-doing things, so it is awesome that we moved into an older home with a lot to re-do. Or that is what one would think, right? The problem is that I do not like things
I cut Magnolia leaves off of the branches of three magnolia trees across the street from our home and piled them in a grocery shopping bag. I hurried back across the street hoping the neighbors did not notice or if they did notice, that they did not care. So funny, doing this at the age
God is in the details and he often will turn the worst kinds of details into the BEST, if you give him the chance to work it out.
What you know and what you are convinced of can and should be two different things!
There is always a version of your dream that you can practice and pursue now.
Shifting with purpose during your “stuck” down time can provide space in your life to learn and practice what you are passionate about creating.
Purchasing hanging planters to put flowers in can be risky at my house. I confess, I often kill living green things. See I have this love-hate relationship with living greens. I love the way they look, but I often can’t remember whether I’ve watered them or not, or if they have had enough sun or
Have you ever looked up and it was just there? An amazing sunset, spread across the horizon – it takes your breath away. You didn’t earn it or strive for it, it was just there, and you were privileged to look up and see Heaven’s painting. We’re caught off guard by sickness, by hurtful words
The second day of 2017 is here. There is a bubbling up inside of me, like when you know a surprise is coming, but you don’t exactly know what it is or what it’s going to look like. For each one of us the future will look different, “yet the Lord longs to be gracious
She sat a small orange on my desk with the words, “Here’s a happy for you”, and kept on walking. I stopped working and sat for a moment as I breathed in those words, “Here’s a happy for you”. Did my sweet friend know how much my heart longed for happy? I peeled the orange
I shut my eyes just as my son pulled the car out into oncoming traffic. He took off and there was nothing I could do, short of screaming, which would have been disastrous. So . . . I shut my eyes, clinched the door handle, and prayed. Funny how I think that if I close
Pretzels with sherbet ice cream are the perfect blend of salty and sweet, crunchy and smooth, until you bite down breaking off a temporary cap on a tooth that previously broke. Maybe crunching on chips and salsa earlier in the day did not help to keep my cap in tack. It broke, I break, you
A sad face, toilet paper emoji awaited me. A facial expression made out of toilet paper, placed on a roll of toilet paper, so I could not miss it. My daughter left me this creative gift, with a clear message, in a place she knew I would go. The next day I found another gift.
