An Open Letter to My Husband on Valentine’s Day.

An Open Letter to My Husband on Valentine’s Day,  I hope I’ve freed you from any expectation to buy flowers and chocolate. While the glamour of gifts is fun, your less glamorous daily acts of sacrifice deserve far more praise.  After all, I’ve seen you love me for years. Not just with cards or flowers,…

To my dear reader.

Oh friend, how I’ve missed you in January.  We’ve been running hard toward February. So let’s just breathe one gargantuan sigh of relief together. Take it in. Yes, just like that. Now let it out.  Phew.  We see you, February.  I don’t know about you, but we’ve been handcuffed to the house with snot and…

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…

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…

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…