I read an article a few weeks ago called, “There’s no trophy, Ashley.” It was powerful to me! It was based on being a new Mom but the moral applies to all aspects of life! I base this post on Ashley’s article, these are my own words, but I give absolute full credit to the
motivation
Revving the Engine.
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
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”
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
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
A Day’s Difference.
Two weeks ago, my little hometown had its first snowstorm of the season, snowstorm being the operative word here. It was a whopping 2 inches … maybe in the high spots. As is typical for we southeners, we all fellowshiped at the local grocery store buying up the milk and bread, neither of which I
Tommy Allison: Turning the Ordinary into Extraordinary
When I walked into Tommy Allison’s home, one of the first things I saw was a colorful basket full of soft blankets just inside the front door. I have to admit it made me want to grab one, cozy up on one of his many couches, or maybe sit by the firepit with a cup
What color is your cape?
Some days are so good. Hopefully, a lot of days are good! But let’s face it, other days are complicated, confusing, uncomfortable, painful. Maybe yesterday we made choices that no one understands, that maybe hurt someone, that were… wrong. You don’t do that, right? No, I’m sure you don’t:) Well, I can tell you, I’ve
Blips on the Trip!
Me to Self: Okay, dadgum it, I just overthought that yesterday. Not again today… seriously??? Anyone else ever been there? I do it all the time! We’re constantly told by those people we know who are not over-thinkers to just stop, let it goooo, relaaaaaax, can’t you hear them?? I often just stare at them thinking not
What if today’s trials…
As most of you know, Facebook reminds us daily of memories. They pop up what happened to us on this day X years ago and sometimes they come at the best possible time, sometimes the worst. Sometimes, as I get more tinsel in my hair, I look at them and think, “Oh shoot… where was
I told her to get out!
This little two minute moment from the heart is, well, imperfect in every way including my day old makeup, my look of exhaustion (and the fact it’s vertical and not horizontal is driving me crazy)! But you know, this place is so not about being perfect. Thank goodness for that! We all know life isn’t
