I am pretty sure I am Buddy the Elf….Christmas is my favorite. I love giving gifts, eating all the food and just being with my people…oh and Hallmark Movies of course. It is that time of year again for our annual Christmas Gift Guide, for the first time we are
Let me be the first to say that I am not the mother of the year and likely won’t ever be. But, we are surviving. Many days I live for bedtime and I wonder what on earth God thought when He chose me to be a mother. However, here I
Close your eyes. Think of one woman whose story has impacted your walk with Christ. One woman whose unabandoned worship in the darkest season of her life renewed your strength. Can you see her? Her face is crisp in your memory because what God transformed in her impacted you. I
I held the tattered and worn pages in my hands, not one page looked untouched or unstained. Drops of tears highlighted words, penciled in notes; it is worn with the signs of life and desperate hope. The binding is frayed and falling apart, held together only by clear tape and
“He is like a tree planted by the streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers.” Psalm 1:3, ESV I was already frazzled as I pulled out the driveway, when I heard from the back
This is the waiting room. Welcome. You know this place, don’t you? When we are in the waiting room, we eventually have to make this choice: We can either distance ourselves from God or we can trust him in the wait. This truth became so evident to me over
If your a writer like I am, then it is inevitable that you will end up at a writer’s conference. When we are serious about our profession as a writer it becomes and investment in our craft. I have been to a few, so I am going to be sharing
Kelly is sharing on the blog this week about her brand new book. I have read it and if you have ever battled with your mind this is a book for you. Kelly shares insightful tips and tools to help you be battle ready. I am grateful for women willing
Motherhood is crazy. I get it. You barely had time to wash your hair this morning or go to the bathroom without a hand reaching under the door, much less crack your Bible open and read. Someone needs juice, there are diapers to change, places to go, clothes to wash,
By 10:00 am on Mondays the battle for obedience is lost, and I am not just talking about my kids. Getting back into the rhythm of the week and homeschooling leaves us all worn down. There is a battle over breakfast, crying over math problems, and a little one who doesn’t