Sunday mornings are for meeting Jesus. That's what so many of us learn. What so many of us try to embrace. Sunday mornings are for...

Jealousy. One of the enemy’s very favorite weapons, sweet sisters. A weapon that all-too-often creates a spiraling train wreck of...

Have you met it yet? Have you hit it? Have you? Were you already there? Are you there now? Do you feeling it coming? Your breaking point?...

I never knew when I took this photo. I never knew. How could I have? At only eight years old. I am not really sure why I even took the...

God knew about 2020, you know? He already knew. He knew it was coming. What if this is the year He has been waiting for, as the world's...

Can you feel Him? Can you still feel Him? Can you? Holding your weary frame as you stumble through your day. Wiping your steamy tears,...

"...although it be not always so plentiful as it was at this time with us, yet by the goodness of God, we are so far from want..."...

"For I know the plans," said the Lord. "Why not I?" asked the child. "Because you could not handle seeing them," He replied. For I know...

I couldn't get her to stop crying. She was overtired. She was restless. She was completely inconsolable. I tried to let her cry it out...

Do you ever think about how many races we line up for in our lives? Races that were never, ever ours to run. Yet, there we are, opinions...

Three weeks ago, I fell asleep at our dining room table. Our temporary homeschooling table. A quarter-to-four in the afternoon, as our...

Today, I met God at the dishwasher. I never planned on meeting Him there. But, that's where we found one another. The distractions of the...

What I wouldn’t give some days for just ten minutes. Ten minutes of a clean counter. Ten minutes of an empty sink. Ten minutes of extra...

It's those ultra-humbling moments, precious mamas. The behind-the-scenes ones. Seen by no eyes other than yours and God's. The ones you...

“But I don’t want to grow up!” she sobbed through her tears. “I don’t want to get bigger and older. I just want to stay my age!” So many...

There are these days of motherhood that threaten to absolutely break you. Completely crumble you to pieces. Shake you to your core. Split...

To the mama, who hasn't felt put together in what seems like years... To the mama, who is struggling to keep her house organized... To...

Thank you for tomorrow," her gentle four-year-old voice whispered into my ear, as I kissed her good-night. "Tomorrow, already, sweet...