Where More Begins

It’s been a while.  I haven’t written in nearly two months.  I could say I have been in a writer’s slump, but I think it’s more accurately described as a life funk.  Propelling myself forward at lightning speed and allowing the chaos to overtake the quiet. Don’t get me wrong.  Life is good.  It’s more … More Where More Begins

Get On My Level

I scoured the tiny town looking for an oasis in the desert—Dollar General.  On the road for work, I needed a couple of essentials I had left home without, and I was hopeful I could find what I needed.  I pulled into the parking lot and my eyes caught the bright flash of their neon … More Get On My Level

Stick With It

I stood looking in the mirror as I exhaled in frustration.  “Seriously, what’s it going to take?  I mean, I was watching what I ate and running, and still nothing!” With all the love and kindness he could muster, sweet husband looked at me and said, “But Babe, you did that for about a week.” … More Stick With It

Perfectly Imperfect

We are nearing an anniversary, and today has been sweet husband’s birthday.  I’ve learned some things along the way.  Most of all, that life is not perfect.  Most certainly, we are not perfect.  For the small amount that it is worth, I hope you might find some bit of wisdom here… I have come to … More Perfectly Imperfect

Live Interrupted

This morning I was on my way to work at a quiet coffee shop because my soul needed coffee, earbuds, and a change of pace.  On my way there, I passed a truck in traffic from which the wheels had quite literally fallen off.  Just driving along and the axle broke and the wheels fell … More Live Interrupted

Valiant and Vulnerable

So just in case you’ve been hiding under a rock, and you’ve missed the InstaStories and the Facebook feeds… It was Valentine’s Day, y’all.  Now here’s a fun fact—Valentine’s Day is my favorite holiday of all the holidays.  More than Christmas.  More than Thanksgiving.  Certainly more than Halloween or St. Patrick’s Day. VALENTINE’S DAY.  Ahhhh.  … More Valiant and Vulnerable

The Rising Sun

Four hundred and twelve days ago, I stood on a stage 20 weeks pregnant and preached a message about God’s invitation to abundant life.  I used the text Isaiah 55, and here was the hard-hitting pinnacle of my proclamation: “8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts,     neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. 9 “As the … More The Rising Sun

Run the Race

We often joke about the fact that I may have been adopted.  My momma would cut grass and watch a football game any day of the week while I could search for hours on Pinterest for the perfect outfit combination and will watch Hallmark movies to the death.  Sports have just never been my thing.  … More Run the Race