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

What laundry taught me about prayer.

I’ve been studying the life of David. I’ve always been comforted by his Psalms because he’s kind of all over the place – which describes me most of the time. He’s up, he’s down, he’s everywhere in between. He feels all the feelings. And he feels them deeply. Like, “Go Big or Go Home: Feelings Edition.”

Busted lips, good snuggles, and no more tears.

Molly just busted her lip. She buried her face in my shoulder as she cried. I held her for a few moments, offering the comfort of a good snuggle. Then I lifted her chin and wiped the tears from her eyes. She sniffled, smiled, and then off she went, all better. Do you ever wish

Starving. With a mouth full of food.

My children tell me they’re hungry all. day. long. Often they’re just thirsty. Or bored. Sometimes they’re actually hungry. And sometimes, they have the audacity to tell me they’re hungry WHILE THEY’RE EATING. Owen regularly asks for more food while he still has half a plate in front of him. Molly even had an apple in

#firstfridayfinds: Sufficient Courage

It’s the first Friday in May (already!?!), which means I’m linking up with Elizabeth at Words and Wonder for first friday finds! Ready? One verse, fifteen minutes, and… go. I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body,

Lessons From the Trail

I went for a trail run over the weekend. I can’t remember the last time I ran trails, and wow, it was no joke. WAY harder than the road – but so beautiful. So, there I am, making my way through the trail, barely able to look up for fear of tripping on a root