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…

I’m the reason my baby won’t sleep through the night.

Ex-squeeze-me, but where has this year gone? We’re knee-deep in the second quarter, and I’m still trying to come up with my New Year’s resolution. Let me see if I can make out my notes here. Sl— Sle— Sleep. Ah yes, that’s right: it was to sleep more. Sleep more. Well, there I go repeating…

Mom talks to young son about body, fails miserably.

With all the testosterone floating around our house, rearing boys with healthy relational and physical boundaries is at the forefront of my mind. The thought of trotting out the birds and the bees in writing is enough to make a gal squeamish. Never mind trying to explain it to your sons. (We’ll save that for another day, and mostly for their dad.) But…

To my mom friends: hold tight while motherhood consumes us.

One of my dear mom friends texted me a few days ago: Sorry I haven’t been a good friend lately. It’s been a tough season. I know it’s been tough for you too. . . I wish I could say her apologetic tone was unfamiliar. It’s a song my friends and I often sing as we…