Sometimes it seems like things would be so much easier if we could just give up. In the midst of the struggle; when the going gets tough; when it seems like nothing is working out in our favor, we lose sight of the big picture and get lost in the right now details.Read More
When we experience depression, sometimes an encouraging word can go a long way to give us hope and help us gain perspective. We hope this list of Bible scriptures will speak to your heart.Read More
My husband and I recently celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary. He surprised me with a trip back to where it all began. The beachfront venue where we had our wedding reception is now an utterly amazing resort.
Our anniversary usually overlaps with Mother's Day weekend. Funny how the Lord did that. I think He knew even then that I would need something else to celebrate every year. Something to keep my mind off of my own infertility.Read More
Don't ever get so focused on your purpose that you aren't willing to be used by God. As I write this blog post, I realize that I'm probably preaching to myself more than to you, but I hope that the way the Spirit has been convicting me might be an encouragement to you.Read More
Motherhood is an amazing blessing and it can also be a tough journey. On Mother's Day, we say thank you and honor mothers and those who are mother figures in our lives. It's is a time of celebration for many and it can also be a hard day for women facing infertility, grieving over the loss of a child, or who are in the midst of a long adoption process. Here are a few gift ideas to help you encourage all the women in your life this Mother's Day.Read More
So many mornings, I feel defeated by 8:00. No, make that 8:07. The time distinction matters greatly, because school starts at 8:00. If I had gotten my children to school by 8:00, instead of 8:07, perhaps I might not have felt like such a mom failure. But probably not, because already by 8:07, I have rushed through my morning, yelled obnoxiously in the direction of my children, realized one son didn’t brush his teeth and another didn’t finish his homework, and drove my disheveled crew to school in a minivan – the backseat of which looks like it provides a home for a family of wild animals who store half-eaten suckers in cupholders, sleep on beds of crumbled-up candy wrappers and dirty Kleenexes, and gnaw on caps of markers that have long since dried up.
The discouraging defeat is not just from being late and feeling like a hot mess, though. My sense of defeat stems from how I expected the morning to go.Read More