There is still another day of New York fun to share with all of you, but for now I want to attempt to tap, tap some thoughts out regarding the way the trip got down in my soul. I deeply and truly loved NYC.  It identifies with the ambition inside of me.  The ambition that

Sometimes when I fancy myself something beyond my training…like a lawyer or a doctor or a journalist, I think of my Daddy and how he would say that I could be any of those things.  And he would mean it but love me if I never quite accomplished any of them. Sometimes when I watch

When I attended the She Speaks conference nearly a year ago I set some goals for myself…goals that I derived directly from the brilliant and gracious already established writer speakers.  One of them was to become a prolific reader.  This has proven to be a little tricky with a toddler in my home, but I’m

The Hunk and I watched Taken this weekend.  It was intense.  And good.  And I’m glad I finally talked myself into watching it.  I get to worrying about things I cannot control, sometimes, and I have to be careful that what I watch doesn’t put new worrying ideas in my head.  Thus the delay in

As stated yesterday, this week’s Fun Friend Friday has a twist.  The twist is that I’m writing it.  Sorry if that’s disappointing 😉 I’d like to introduce you to my friend ’til the end, Tamara!  We had no idea that fateful day in the second grade when mean Mrs. Pettigrew sat me next to her

Today every piece of scripture I read pointed me straight toward heaven.  To sin no more.  To know God unclouded – clearly and perfectly. And I cannot help but feel grateful deep down in the corners where grateful sometimes doesn’t stretch. I don’t see things rightly yet.  God and His ways are fuzzy, which forces

I may or may not have closed my eyes [briefly and periodically] and raised my hand [halfway and on the side] last night while running to the tunes of Avalon’s Can’t Live a Day Without You.  True life.  It’s The Hunk’s playlist that I actually teased him about…his taste in music is slightly less exciting

Do not love the world or the things in the world.  If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him.  For all that is in the world – the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride in possessions – is not from the Father but

Because I am a stay at home mom/homemaker/housewife – whatever you’d like to call it – I live AND work in our home, which means that the majority of my time is spent within the confines of these walls.  Ere go [totally weird that I chose that phrase, I know] making it pretty and homey