Entry Dining Living Room Kitchen Home is what we call it…and I love it in the Fall. What are you loving this Fall?

It seems that all of my life is spent learning to embrace better that it is not about me. To be selfless, sacrificial, and giving. To let go of what I want and cling to what God wants. To do less for me and more for others. It is accepting that I must become less

Riding boots and sweater socks. I have neither, by the way, but I love them every time I see them. Pretzel M&M’s. Oh that sweet-salty goodness. My Oxford shirt. Really…love, LOVE it! Pintrest. Nuff said. Psalms. David got it, ya’ know? Neutrogena’s Pink Grapefuit Products. Not only have they cleared up my skin like a

Due to a comedy of errors, I didn’t get around to my favorite things post yesterday. I know you were on the edge of your seat [sarcasm]. Alas, you’ll have to wait a bit longer. I think I’m ready to tackle Part 2. Here we go… http://www.flickr.com/photos/byfanis/2909690651/ God has healed me through all sorts of

I left you hanging, right? In the middle of the healing process, I just left you hanging. I promise I’ll get back to you on that. My pretty and meaningful words have dried up for the time being. But we are still living life. And Miss Magnificent gets cuter and sassier every day, if at

I’ve been absent, but not because I’ve been wallowing in the depths of despair. Truly. It seems, though, that I have been timid about saying things loudly for the wide world to hear. Maybe that’s good. Maybe it’s not. I’m still working through it all, but I feel confident that when God teaches me something,

It’s been a little slow in my corner of the web. It’s been a little slow in my corner of life. It’s been a little nice, to tell you the truth. I’m learning about still and quiet and letting things be what they are. Grief is sneaky. And shaped funny. It hits me at the

Don’t miss the opportunity to discover and lay to rest the good girl within you! For any of youladies who dance through life with try-hard as a partner, THIS is the book for you!

My first miscarriage was hard. Make ya wanna dive into the depths of the despair, consider throwin’ in the baby making towel hard. But the faith part wasn’t so terribly hard in that one. I mean, it sucked. And we weren’t excited about it, but they’re not uncommon, right? And everybody has to go through