Does anyone else feel like we’re kind of sitting at a really long red light? Our hands are gripping the steering wheel, we’ve got one foot on the brake and it’s getting tired, the other foot is on the gas pedal revving it a little (or a lot!) and we’re waiting… waiting for the light
Inspiration
This Little Light of Mine.
I don’t know about you but I have this little voice inside of me…. wait. Let me start over. I actually have lots of little voices inside of me! But I think we all have one that tries to hold us back from doing things or that says “don’t say that, it’ll make somebody mad”
Let’s Carry Pom Poms!
I was a cheerleader for years. I wanted to do something on a team and I didn’t make softball in 7th grade which changed my entire destiny:) I tried out for cheerleading and learned that I could yell pretty well, pep up a crowd, and that I loved pom poms, cute uniforms, and boys who
Take a Deep Breath.
This week has brought even more adjustments to the stay at home orders in most areas and with them a new wave of emotion. You know, when this first started, there was a little fear of the unknown, sure, but we were all trying to make happy out of havoc, posting funny memes, finding cute
The Person in the Pew.
If I’ve learned one thing (among a thousand) it’s that you never know what that person in the pew is going through on Sunday morning. It may be the person a few rows ahead or a few rows back, it may be the person just to your left. It doesn’t matter, many people walk through
Outside looking in.
While I want so desperately for this to be a positive space all the time, life just isn’t like that. Things happen, not always good things, but they make us who we are, right? And if you’re like me, memories can be triggered in an instant that remind us of times that maybe we want
The Morning After.
I sat here this morning trying to envision what Jesus’ followers must have felt like the morning after they watched his execution. While I cannot attest to its biblical accuracy, I can only attest to this being what I picture in my mind. It was the morning after. People were waking, lying in bed, wondering
On the porch.
I can’t go back and undo the mistakes I made as a mother. I can’t unwind, redo, spend more time, hug more often, be more patient, be more present. I so envy those of you with little ones who have the chance to start today …. if only I could go back. I
I Am a Woman.
I love old hymns. I mean a lot. While stations like K-Love do make me happy, there is something to be said for the hymns many of us grew up with, they move me in a way that contemporary music can’t at times. This week, in my efforts to read more, I stumbled upon an
I hope you know.
Today…. I hope you know that whatever you’re feeling this moment is okay. I hope you know that if you’re afraid, there is someone much bigger than us who has your back. I hope you know if you’ve done something you’re not proud of, there is unending grace. I hope you know you’re not behind
Right Side of the Bed.
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues but the parent of all others.” – Marcus Tullius Cicero As I scroll Facebook and IG, I read and feel anxiety and sadness between the lines and the laughter. Thank God for laughter but the anxiety feels as much like an epidemic as the virus. Quite frankly, if we
Above all things.
Up at 2:30 this morning, I sat here looking at this blank screen like a zombie. I have a list of things I want to write, my mind racing daily, but it’s all felt so irrelevant in the big picture right now. I started praying, asking God what He would want me to type, what
