The Band Aid Belief

The Band Aid Belief

It was one of those picturesque, gorgeous days.  A welcome reprieve after the mess of rain and mist that we’d previously seen. The sun was shining brightly through the trees, and the only real sound was the wind gently rustling the leaves.  And then through the quiet came a piercing scream.  You know the kind.  A mother’s worst nightmare.  The kind that stops you dead in your tracks and sends you running in its direction.  The trouble with living in…

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Firm Foundation

Firm Foundation

It was 3am.  The alarm went off, but it didn’t wake me.  I had been awake listening to the sound of the rain for hours. Tears filled my eyes and streamed down my face knowing that sweet husband was going to have to leave for work, and I would be left alone– in the middle of the woods, in the middle of a state that was brand new, in a muddy mess of a driveway and yard that I was…

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With A Whisper

With A Whisper

I have to confess that before having kids I was one of those moms.  And if you read that sentence carefully, you will see the glaringly obvious issue… before I had kids.  Among the many opinions that have long since fallen away with ten years of actual maternal wisdom: I was of the firm conviction that my child was NOT going to go to daycare.  I’m not sure how I envisioned that working so perfectly being a working mom myself….

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Every Moment New

Every Moment New

One of my goals for the new year is to memorize more scripture.  When I was a little girl in Sunday school and Children’s Church and Wednesday night youth, I memorized a LOT of scripture.  I didn’t just know God’s word, but I knew where to find it and how to reference it and had it hidden in my pocket when I needed it.  As an adult, I still spend time with God and know His word, sure.  But I…

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Promise Keeper

Promise Keeper

2018.  Here we are, at the very end. Some time ago, someone told me about the biblical significance of numbers.  Ever since then, I have often researched and clung to those numbers as a symbol of hope and validation to the promises I felt God was speaking to my heart.  Eight is the number of new beginnings.  At the beginning of 2018, I felt God prodding that this would be the year that the tides would shift.  I fell headlong…

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Beauty Waits

Beauty Waits

There are things in life in which time changes our perspective. Yesterday, I was walking through Wal-Mart and saw a fruitcake for sale in the bakery.  They always surface this time of year and remind me of when I was younger.  My Mawmaw made the BEST fruit cake.  I would eat it until I nearly burst.  And then one year, she stopped making it because I was the only one eating it.  So some time later, I asked her to…

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Push Through

Push Through

It’s that time of year.  You know it.  You love it.  Guess what’s inspiring me right now…  FOOTBALL.  You guys.  Somewhere out there on the other side of her phone screen, my momma just fell right out of her chair. If you know me at all, you know that this opening line would make it appear as though my little typing fingers have been hijacked.  But I promise, it’s true!  Football, y’all! We’ve reached the point in the high school…

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Hurry Up and Wait

Hurry Up and Wait

With the soothing background symphony of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Muppet Babies, and Daniel the Tiger, I sat trying to get the last of my work done.  It had been a long week swimming through projects, emails, and technology I struggled to adapt to all while working under the tyranny of a three year-old who daily attempts to declare himself boss. My brain was weary, but I pushed ahead.  Because my work is a peculiar kind, I fumbled through Instagram to…

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Fall

Fall

The house is finally quiet.  I just gave the kitchen counters a last wipe down.  Set the dishwasher.  Cleared the corner of the dining room table that tends to accumulate school papers and work notes.  Made sure snack boxes were packed and waiting. I switch off the living room lamps and hear the soft sound of rain dancing on the metal roof.  The day is done.  And truth be told, so am I. It’s been one of those days.  You…

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Will of Steel

Will of Steel

I thought I was in a rut.  Maybe I was wrong… Several years ago, we started doing a fall family beach trip– mid-October when the shorelines aren’t so crowded, the sun is still warm enough to give a sun-kissed glow, but not hot enough to make the babies miserable, and the rental rates are just a little easier on the pocket book.  It was delightful. Over the summer, in desperate need of a getaway and realizing it had been a…

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