Day 14 I am SO excited about the following, so be prepared for me to gush and ramble, but know that I am not a bandwagon-er. Usually, they turn me off, so when I promote something it’s because I have learned about it and genuinely believe in it. Anyway. The IF: Gathering. It makes my heart

Day 13 It’s Sunday. Josh arrived home this afternoon from a long weekend in Tennessee with his boyz [I am so cool when I say things like that]. Now you understand the crying in the bathroom that happened yesterday. I couldn’t tell you ALL about it because I don’t generally like to broadcast my home-alone-ness

Day 11 & 12 Okay, okay, I missed a day – almost two, in fact. If you knew what those days have looked like, you would forgive me. Or not notice, which is quite possibly the case. The truth is this – from my phone to my BFF this very morning – before 11 am:

I am growing weary. The day started off as well as a day can be started, I suppose, but something usually goes awry somewhere around nap time. It’s when my “nice” runs out and I begin making do with “not-mean”. The girls’ voices begin to scratch across my already raw nerves. I begin looking for

Yesterday’s little taste of real from my life was a defining moment for me. It continues to mold and change me today. Here are two truths that I still cling to: 1. Tell the truth. Don’t pretend that all is well when it just is not. If you are wrestling inwardly and don’t know how

Day 7 I wrote this about three and a half years ago, but it’s been seven-ish since the incident chronicled actually transpired. Do you ever marvel at the work God has done in relatively short amounts of time? Work that you didn’t strive towards or achieve because you are a big deal. It’s just miraculous,

Day 6 It is never too late to be what you might have been. – George Eliot I stumbled upon this little beauty a few weeks ago while reading Rebekah Lyons’ Freefall to Fly. Upon finishing up our first week of truth, I wonder if it resonates with you the way it does with me? Does

Day 4 I am afraid of this becoming about me. That’s the danger of sharing your “real” – people tend to look more at you and your hang ups – it makes them feel better about themselves – encouraged even. That’s what it does for me, anyway, when I read other people’s real. I’m glad

Day 3 I find that a lot of teenagers, college students, and young adults lack direction. Also, me – I lack direction. We know that we want to do SOME-thing, but the possibilities are endless and we’ve been told our whole lives that we can do anything we want. Anything? Like – er – anything,

Day 2 I say we start at the very beginning – take a little look-see at what those whole “real truth” thing looks like. Here’s the real part: I am a flawed woman. Woman. Is that what I am? I’m twenty-two. I guess that qualifies me, but I don’t feel like a woman. I’m just