Far too long have I listened to the voice of evil tell me I am not good enough. I have let it choke the words right out of my writing, talk me down from big projects at work and home, convince me that I am a terrible mother, and keep me in my own little world of doubt. But that ends now. Three weeks ago I was ready to launch some new material and a big project. I worked hard for days reading, writing, and researching. But life gave me a few stumbles… a sick kid, a small car issue, extra hours at work. In those small tasks of life…

Back in the day Joan Osbourne recorded the song, “What if God was One of Us,” where she poses that question- What if God were one of us? Just a slob like one of us?  Just a stranger on a bus tryin’ to make his way home?   Too often we don’t want to imagine our Holy God as a stranger on a bus. We have a hard time seeing him as a “slob” since he is called perfect.   Instead we put God in a tight box. We pack it with the beautiful language of the 16th century, touch it with white gloves, and dare not to let him…

It’s beyond capacity. It’s overflowing with random projects, school papers, craft materials, and candy wrappers from my secret stash. I was looking for something the other day and pulled open this overflowing junk drawer to find myself even more frustrated as a result of the overflow of mismatch that poured out. And instead of calmly sorting through the stuff I did what every mom of young ones did… I yelled. And then I shut it. And somehow I have a far fetched hope that the next time I open it will be different.   But it won’t.   Later that night as I sulked in my bad mood I began…

“I can’t calm down unless I can see you! I need you, mommy!” That was the screams of my six year old this evening. He was sent to his room to calm down after yelling and screaming over a little piece of candy before dinner. When he gets so upset about things he forgets to listen. And so I have tried my best to not get into a yelling match, but rather lead him to his room so he can calm himself so that we can discuss this. If you are a mom you can probably picture the scene: he screams as if I am torturing him, I am red…

Its been a few weeks of planning, organizing, and enemy attacks. And its been hard. And I am weary. Yet is in this moment I am reminded that God gives strength to the weary, so He is with me now. I launched this site one month ago, at the very beginning of August. I also launched into my first year of homeschooling, at the very beginning of August. I quickly fell face down crying out, “Lord what have I done!” Ever found yourself there, in that place of doing what you really want to do but so overwhelmed you think you’ll never make it? As I sat there feeling overwhelmed I…

Ever feel so tired of doing the same thing over and over? Like laundry. Or dishes. Or chicken for dinner. Some days the mundane routine of our day after day can exhaust us, mentally and physically. Yet day after day after day we continue to put in the effort it takes. Packing lunches, cleaning bathrooms, changing diapers, wiping tables, fixing dinners, and mediating arguments. We go through our days in sequential order, filing them with our best effort at being a Godly woman. How often do you pause in your mundane to experience the Master? In the book of Luke, Jesus is teaching from aboard the boat of Simon Peter.…

I am ecstatic to finally launch this page! It has been years in the making, and I hope it lasts for years to come. I have blogged for a while now, and this new set-up is the start of the next phase. God has given me a story to tell. This is it: I am beautiful. And I am loved. And so are YOU. All of this because He chose to love me first (1John4:19). And I know without a shadow of a doubt He loves you too. Feeling tired? Overwhelmed? Dry? No matter who you are, no matter where you have been, and no matter where you are going: Jesus loves…