To the Momma Who Needs to Vent

To the Momma Who Needs to Vent

“I just cleaned this house!” I sigh as I walk out of my bedroom and find a living room floor covered in toys AGAIN! NO! No No No! I’m not cleaning this mess again today. I’m not doing it! I’m not going to spend all day sorting through...
You’re Worth Your Own Attention

You’re Worth Your Own Attention

It was late… not like Tonight Show late… like infomercial late… like somewhere there is a farmer getting up to start his day late…. Like almost tomorrow late. And I hadn’t slept one bit. Don’t get me wrong here. My head had touched the pillow. It had touched the...
You’re Worth Your Own Attention

A Place at the Table

My heart races. My palms sweat. I’m face to face with one of my worst fears. No, I’m not talking about snakes or spiders or even being kidnapped. I’m in the middle of a crowded lunch room surrounded by people that I do not know without a place to sit or a friend in...
You’re Worth Your Own Attention

Somewhere There Is a Woman…

Somewhere there is a woman rocking a baby in the middle of the night. She is exhausted and tired, and as she rocks back and forth, she cries silently into his curly hair. His head tucked up under her chin, his chubby hands holding onto her, she holds him tightly and...
What Millennials Really Want from Church

What Millennials Really Want from Church

I am a millennial and I grew up in church. I lived church. Some of my earliest memories involve Sunday School lessons and nursery friend playdates. Some of my oldest friends to this day I made in church over 20 years ago. I have a ton of “behind the scenes” memories...
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