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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
“You need to write,” my mom said. She spoke those words to me several years ago urging me to chronicle my experiences and anecdotes of all that God has shown me in life and in littles and in love and in loss. Over the years, I have written each time I felt God stirring something in my soul. Many have come to me over the years and said, “Thank you for writing. That was for me.” (Note: When I finally…
Over the summer, we took the boys to the lake. God gave me SO. MANY. BOYS. but in full disclosure, He also gave me a low tolerance for worm guts. Because He is the God of provision, He saw fit to give me a momma who doesn’t mind worm guts when sweet husband is away at work. These boys of mine were dedicated fisherman, but severely lacking in the patience part of the sport. Cast out, reel in. Cast out,…
Yesterday, I woke up with a burning conviction… Clean the house or burn it down. You might be relieved to know that I chose the former rather than the latter which seems to be the wiser and less dramatic choice. I am nothing if not a practical drama queen. Now, if you know me at all or have ever been to my house, you can probably attest to the fact that it is almost never overwhelmingly messy. In fact, it…
I remember as a little girl running and playing in the yard, looking for four leaf clovers, searching for locust shells on the tree trunks, tying together flower necklaces, standing at the fence of the horse pasture basking in the whimsy of home. It seemed larger than life. It wasn’t much, but it was ours. And I always knew that I was safe there—at home. It’s a strange thing now to be living back on this same land, the land…