My Cycling FAIL: Falling, F-bombs, & Finding Balance

I started going to cycle classes at the Y a few years ago. I even have the fancy cycling shoes that clip into the pedals. This, of course, makes me a cycling expert. Sadly, my expertise ends at the part where you clip in and ride an actual road bike in the actual world. You

begin.

A really special book launches tomorrow, and the fact that I’m part of it is a dream come true in more ways than one. Just six months ago, I had been thinking and praying about our generation’s need for more voices to speak life and truth and practical spiritual application into the hearts of women. More voices pointing

Spiritually Dry: When you’re doing All The Spiritual Things… and He still feels far away.

Do you ever feel like you’re in a spiritual desert even when you’re actively pursuing God? Ever feel dead tired spiritually — even as you’re trying to follow Jesus? Me too. Then I found a beautiful (and surprising) encouragement tucked away in the Scriptures. The truths in those words have re-awakened my hope. It’s changed

You can only carry yourself so far, Warrior.

I went to a women’s conference this weekend. It was the Belong Tour, and to be honest I only bought a ticket because I was SO. EXCITED. TO SEE JEN HATMAKER! There were other amazing women there as well, and Glennon from Momastery even made a guest appearance! The whole weekend was funny and touching; I laughed,

Bob Ross and My Messy Beautiful

Did you ever watch Bob Ross back in the day? You know, The Joy of Painting, Burnt Sienna, White Ochre, and oh the happy little trees… My brother and I watched him, transfixed, every weekend. Even more than his happy little trees – or THAT HAIR – I remember watching him paint something awesome. And

Drop Weight

YOU GUYS! The craziest thing has been happening since the post I wrote last week. (Click here if you missed it.) First of all, I’ve been reading preaching it to myself every day. And you know what else? I’ve been running – and not only that, I’ve been enjoying it. And the real kicker? I‘ve

Comparison is a b*tch.

I reallyreallyreally tried to make myself title this, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” Why? Because it’s true and I love that quote. (Thank you, Mr. Roosevelt.) But unfortunately, that sounds way holier than how I feel about it today. Yes, comparison IS the thief of joy. And because she steals my joy (and yours), she

Press In

I had a conversation with a dear friend the other day who is dealing with great uncertainty in a significant area of her life. “I’m trying to trust God. But how do I trust God, how am I trusting God, with these emotions I’m feeling?” I listened. She cried. I cried silently on the other

walking through winter

I had a pretty significant revelation today. First, can I be honest? Over the past two weeks, I've been kind of sinking. Mothering my children has been overwhelming me. Homeschooling my kindergartener is about to take. me. out. y'all. And I've been paralyzed by everyday tasks… laundry, groceries, cooking… even responding to texts and emails from

Care Enough

Owen appeared at the top of the steps and yelled excitedly, “Mommy! Daddy! I clogged the toilet. But then I prayed! And Jesus answered my prayer!  And it flushed!” Oh how our children make me laugh. Is it hilarious that my son prayed for Jesus to make the toilet flush? Yes. But do I believe