Helping you connect your faith with your real life
I stood over the kitchen sink, scrubbing furiously. The pan had old pieces of food baked on and I wanted to get through the dishes because I wanted it done. I was willing to put in the work, but I wasn’t getting the results I was looking for. The burned on pieces held strong, and
I hate even calling it quarantine. Yes, I’m jumping right in with this season’s What I’m Learning post inspired by Emily Freeman. I find myself less likely to sugarcoat things lately. Jumping right in. 1. Quarantine bugs me I’m not even talking about the rules and being home and the changes. Quarantine, true quarantine, is
The idea of being everything for everyone is appealing, but it’s fatally flawed. My husband offered to take the kids out and suggested I stay home and write. It sounds like a fantastic, generous plan. But somehow, I twisted it in my head and it became something else. It became a finger pointing at me.
In honor of my 22nd anniversary this month here are a few of the practical, mushy, and deep things I love about being married, in no particular order. 1. Events. Knowing who my wedding/work event/party date is. (Bonus: we get to go home together, every single time!) 2. All the feels. Having someone who sees me and all my
Don’t miss this simple list of things I’m using and loving during the endless days at home. There are plenty of things I could tell you about that I’m using during the pandemic. Most of them involve chocolate, butter and flour. And while those may be delicious, they only help so much. Kind of like
I stared at her knowing the words before she even spoke them. She was talking about me and how people perceive me. Thinking the words would hurt less, I spoke them before she could. “Everyone thinks I have it all together.” She nodded quickly, too quickly, and the silence felt like a dense fog between us.
Standing at the stove, stirring spaghetti I wanted to cry. My son needed help with his homework, my daughter was reading me a book for school and the phone started ringing. I stopped to answer the phone and in those two minutes the water boiled over, my son was banging the table and my daughter
With our extra time it home, it can feel hard. But you can do more than survive during this time; you can thrive! As of today I have been home for 45 days. I’m not complaining, honestly. I’m safe. I’m healthy. I have the things I need. Even in the middle of a worldwide pandemic
The day was bad. There wasn’t one thing I could pinpoint. There were fifteen things that left me feeling like I had been splayed with a shotgun. A single bullet would have felt easier than these wounds that left me looking like swiss cheese. Things were bad and I let everyone around me know it.
While one may think a worldwide pandemic like Coronavirus would help me pray, I found I was struggling to talk to God. I wanted to talk to God. Telling Him all my fears and feelings, my hopes and frustrations sounded like exactly what I needed. But whenever I thought about it, Instagram felt easier. What’s
