You fight for us well, dear.

Ahem, ahem. It’s my sugarbabe’s day o’ birth, and I‘d like to honor him with some words. One of his best qualities is his loyalty. In fact, I often call him my Doberman. Though my Drew is particularly even-keeled, try to attack one of his people. Try. One of his people happens to be his…

Maybe we just need a friend.

This phase of parenting little ones can be isolating and all-consuming, rife with insecurity. This phase is marked with a million opinions, where even strangers are quick to supply parenting advice. We’re swimming through a daunting world of well-meaning you should’s, desperate for measurable progress, or really any sign, to confirm we’re raising these impressionable…

An Open Letter to My Firstborn.

For moms wrestling with the transition to additional children. To My Eldest Child— I had not a clue how intoxicating being a mother—being your mother—would be. God chose you to make me a mama, and I have been changed for the better ever since. You have impacted me tremendously over the past couple years, and…

I intended to raise an effective communicator.

I love words. They emote. They encourage. They connect. Even as a young person, I loved words. So much so that I had vocabulary flashcards. (It’s hard being this cool.) So of course, we would endeavor to raise an effective communicator. Of course.  An effective communicator would benefit society. After all, aren’t most of our problems…

Choosing to believe God is good.

I’ve been struggling with the words in this post, though I’m hopeful you or somebody you know needs them. I’m sharing a link to our pastor’s latest book–Hope in the Dark. Not because Craig Groeschel is our pastor. Not because it sold out in two days, eventually becoming unavailable due to demand. Not because this…

Sometimes, you just agree to disagree.

My sweets and I just celebrated our nine-year anniversary last week. It’s in the context of health and wellness and committed marital longevity that I publicly chew on a recent matter. Now, I’m not writing for sympathy. No, sir. I merely seek an impartial arbiter to rehabilitate some vivacious moments between me and Dear Drew….

THROW EVERYTHING AWAY.

Have you ever played a game of match that lasted a lifetime? Sure have. Just did, as I rummaged through my endless piles of unmatched family socks. What kind of mother houses all the unpaired household socks in a single container? A mother who has moved too many times in the past few years and…

I need You, Jesus, because they need You, Jesus.

I could tell you my personal testimony about my journey with Christ. I could tell you that I accepted the Lord Jesus as my personal Savior at age six. I could tell you I’m thankful to have been reared by two Jesus-loving parents. I could tell you those parents raised me in church. All thanks…

If I’m going to err, it will be on the side of faith.

Are you scared to expect God to do something big amidst your circumstances? Something that feels foolish in light of your situation? Are you afraid to get your hopes up? Perhaps you’re tempering your faith-filled expectations because of your fear of disappointment. We need not hedge our expectations of God when those expectations are premised…