Where Passion & Purpose Collide
Oh, sweet friends…I’m just so giddy about this. THIS! Giddy that this little dream was sparked in my heart on Tuesday – as in, two days ago – in a moment of awkward vulnerability (this seems to be a trend for me), and in the fastest, most glorious gestation period ever…it was born this morning. Putting everything else on… Read More
I talk about sex a lot. In public, none the less. And I love it. As the demand for this particular talk has grown, and as I’ve bravely shared my own messy story, the regularity with which I get asked awkward questions has grown too. I love that part too. It has afforded me the opportunity to wrap my arms… Read More
Homeschool, private or public? After breast or bottle, home or work, to vaccinate or not…this is the big, looming question. For some it’s a no-brainer. For others it’s an incredibly hard, perplexing decision to make, and a lonely road to navigate. Please know, right off the bat, what this post is not attempting to communicate. It is not my intention,… Read More
We’ve read lots of excellent parenting books over the years, but nothing has shifted our paradigms quite like Danny Silk’s Loving Our Kids On Purpose. It rocked our parenting world. It’s like Shepherding A Child’s Heart meets Parenting with Love and Logic, edited by Erma Bombeck. It’s brilliant and simple and biblical and fun. And it just.makes.sense, which…when you’re a… Read More
I have never been particularly business savvy. Partly because I just haven’t a clue what I’m doing. Most mostly because, if I’m honest, I’ve established really blurry boundary lines. If boundaries at all. I have always struggled to find balance between my firm belief in the importance of generously sharing your unique talents and giftings with the world around you…and… Read More
I’ve been processing a lot over the summer – a lot of good, deep, heart stuff – and it’s been an incredibly liberating journey to say the least. Not always easy, but always good. As God has slowly been chipping away at the unsightly parts of my heart, dealing with misplaced priorities and my maternally-inspired anger issue, He’s tenderly brought… Read More
Yelp! How is it September already…and how did my babies suddenly turn into these fully grown miniature human beings with larger than life personalities with massive feet? This summer…if it can even be called that (for I can barely count the number of hot days on one hand) flew by like greased lightening. The leaves are citrus-kissed and the days… Read More
Our kids love water. They have always loved water. Especially when it resides in LARGE quantities in places OTHER than bathtubs and swimming pools. and when it involves shedding all clothes and decency and making as much mess as possible without having to clean an ounce of it back up. If it get gross and slimy and contains frogs…all the… Read More
I spent most of my adolescent years aching to be someone else. Any body else. And while I can say that I’ve finally learned to embrace the quirky, awkwardly transparent, people-loving introvert I’ve grown into, I still occasionally stumble into that place of longing for the ability to behave or perform or create like another. I often struggle with comparing… Read More
In the same way we don’t tend to take dieting advice from someone who’s clearly overweight, or business pointers from a company that’s just filed for bankruptcy, we don’t tend to put much stock into marital advice from someone who’s no longer married. It makes sense, right? Well, not always. My mom forwarded this to me last week and it… Read More
Tomorrow we will have officially been married for 87,360 hours. Also known as the less-enormous-sounding ‘10 years’ {insert wild applause here}. A whole decade, people. I know, right? Ten full years for wee punks like us. Who knew? No, we weren’t 14. We were 22 The past ten years have been the most beautiful, most excruciating, most awe-inspiring, most intense,… Read More
Looking through photos from little Bean’s recital in June, I realized how much like a weed she has grown. She’s looking less and less like a wee lass and more and more like a little lady every day. She’s blossoming and maturing, her cheeks and belly are losing their plumpness, and her little hands are losing their dimples. Which makes… Read More
