The well-dressed elephant in the room

   The time has come. I’ve been wanting to write about this for a really long time. I’ve typed, backspaced, stared at the ceiling into the night working out how to say it and weighed out the pros and cons of being vulnerable. It’s all led up to this post. I’m sorry if this sounds

Love and Truth

Questions that need answers, that’s what is on my mind today. I feel like I need to talk it out, so today you are my dear, trusted friend with whom I will be vulnerable. It’s a little scary because I’m sure that some of you feel strongly on both sides of this topic and I’m

A Mother’s Heart for the Nations

Sometimes I don’t like people. (At least pretend to be shocked by this confession, would you?) I love most people. God’s love has been so richly poured out on my life, how could it not overflow? But there are still those people to whom my wallet doesn’t want to open, I’m not so quick to hug,

Marriage 102

I’ve been seeing so many great quotes, blogs, lists and pieces of advice on marriage lately, I love it! For me as a mother of a one yr old and three yr old (both super active boys) sometimes I feel like every ounce of energy that I have goes into keeping the three of us

I don’t know how to pray.

For this reason we also, since the day we heard it, do not cease to pray for you, and to ask that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding; that you may walk worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing Him, being fruitful in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God; strengthened with all might, according to His glorious power, for all patience and long suffering with joy; giving thanks to the Father who has QUALIFIED us to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in the light. He has delivered us from the power of darkness and conveyed us into the kingdom of the Son of His love, in whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins.

Is it…a bird riding a horse in space?

I heard someone recently compare our worship to a child’s drawing. When Nathan brings me something that he created I don’t have to recognize it or know just what it is to appreciate it. I love it because he made it with me in mind and he put all his little three year old effort

The Guilt Monster

Next to a garbage filled with tissues and overwhelmed with the smell of my good friends Vicks and Halls this thing lingers in the back of my mind. t dawns on me that it’s been there for about as along as I can remember. It wears many disguises and pretends to be my friend. While unwanted, it’s