Where Passion & Purpose Collide
Without fail, when MercyMe’s song “You Are I Am” comes on the radio, I blow out my children’s eardrums. It’s not that their little cochlear bits aren’t important to me, or that I secretly pray they’ll marry wealthy otolaryngologists who can undo the damage I’ve done while hurtling down the freeway…it’s just that I can’t help myself. This song speaks… Read More
I’m tickled pink to be sharing my messy story of redemption with another group of women this weekend. I love, love, LOVE sharing my heart…my brokenness…His goodness with others who ache to know their Creator hasn’t abandoned them, that He is intricately involved in the details of their lives – even if behind the scenes, that He is big enough… Read More
I got an email a couple of weeks ago from the owner of a little bed & breakfast nestled in the foothills of the mountains in upstate South Carolina. It’s aptly called “The Queen’s Cottage”, and Queen Anne’s Lace is their “thing”. She had stumbled upon the ‘love story’ and photos I had posted last May and was hoping to… Read More
This is your mother. I wanted to clarify in case you mistook me for a crazy, grocery-cart-pushin’ gypsy– which, admittedly, is wildly tempting right now – but it’s not. It’s just me. The little shreds of me that are still clinging desperately to what sanity is left, that is. I considered myself a roaring success when the thought of listing… Read More
Life is fragile, this we know well. But we far too easily forget. We are rocked from our comfortable little worlds when headlines bleed with news of faithful soldiers and innocent civilians lost amidst the whirlwind of war, precious little lives snuffed out at the hands of those entrusted to protect and provide for them, hundreds upon thousands of… Read More
There’s something I’m learning about people. They’re sort of like sticks. Allow me to explain. The climate and surroundings of a person have the potential to utterly destroy them, to the point of sapping the very life from their being, or to cause them to flourish beyond their wildest dreams. Imagine a stick. Snapped off from it’s only source of… Read More
I have noticed over the past few years that sharing things from my past that used to make me cringe with shame, now have much less of a hold over me. It seems the more honest and open I’ve been about the myriad of mistakes I’ve made, and the more I’ve allowed God to take and redeem the ugliness of my… Read More
