Her Son Wasn’t Wearing Shoes at the Zoo

Her Son Wasn’t Wearing Shoes at the Zoo

Her son wasn’t wearing shoes at the zoo.  That wasn’t the first thing I noticed about her or the little blonde-haired boy with her. And the fact that he didn’t have shoes on definitely isn’t the point of this story. But sometimes little bare feet expose our...
You’re Supposed to Love This

You’re Supposed to Love This

There’s this ache that says, “You’re supposed to love this. You’re supposed to love this and be better at all of this. There’s probably something wrong with you. You need to figure it out. Get it together. Figure out how to make yourself enjoy it all more.” And you...
The Answer to End Abortion in America

The Answer to End Abortion in America

  As a member of the body of Christ, it is my absolute responsibility to make sure that what I say and what I do reflects the heart of God and the love of Jesus. It is my purpose to point people to Him in all things, and my sole mission in every conversation to...
What I Don’t Want My Kids to Believe

What I Don’t Want My Kids to Believe

It was well after midnight, and I scrambled to find a pen and paper. I have a hard enough time locating a pen during the day, but I was able to find a marker in my kitchen junk drawer. It was a blank sheet of white paper waiting to be filled – a clean slate. I...
Master Bedroom Reveal

Master Bedroom Reveal

Our master bedroom was way overdue for an update, so last week I decided to try and create a DIY faux shiplap accent wall. I have a love of all things farmhouse, and my husband has a love of all things comfortable. I think our room is the perfect combination. (Now if...
“Easy” DIY Faux Shiplap Wall Tutorial

“Easy” DIY Faux Shiplap Wall Tutorial

Before I start, I need you to know something. This wasn’t easy. All of those tutorials that call walls like these easy… those people are speaking from the finish line. The “let’s stand back and enjoy our hard work” position of the...
It Will Be Our Turn… Later

It Will Be Our Turn… Later

I’m almost to the end of another day. I got my kids up and took them to church and fixed lunch and answered a million questions and solved a million fights and detached a million stuck Legos. There are so many things I need to do. But I know any minute my kids...
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