…to bring you more silence. I am simply letting ya’ll know that I’m taking a break for the month of December…to rest after my intense writing month of November [insert eye roll].  But we have 3, count ’em, 3 weeks before we head back to Louisiana and sometimes it’s good to take a break from

31 Days of Grace. I have been deeply moved and challenged through Emily’s words.  Today, though, is notsomuch about words.  It’s about pictures.  Of grace.  And this one – well I am overwhelmed by the grace that is represented in this picture.  Later this week I’ll expand on that, but for now see if you

I went through the Faithful. Abundant. True. study by Kay Arhtur, Priscilla Shirer, and Beth Moore this summer. During Priscilla’s portion, she spoke on Ephesians 3:21-22, and I left a much more excited believer in the capabilities of God. I have since spent a lot of time telling myself and anyone who feels like they

I have been reminded this week that sometimes I use too many words – verbalize too many thoughts – and in doing so can mask THE Word that is capable of convicting and changing beyond what I can even fully comprehend.  Down and Dirty @ helovesus.org!

It was nothing exceptional or out of the ordinary.  Just a sweet message from a dear friend that echoed the aches of my soul.  And suddenly they were there – the tears that I’ve been forcefully holding at bay all week long.  With Little Bear and Emily chatting in the background will Miss Magnificent squealed

“If Jesus had not saved me, I would totally be a floosy.” This is an actual statement that came out of my mouth when I was about twenty two. It was meant to be funny and it became a little joke between my coworkers and me, but the statement itself is completely honest. I know

3You have persevered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary. 4Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love. 5Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first. If you do not repent, I will come to you and

I am flat exhausted.  My chalkboard has been filled, erased, and filled again thrice over.  Thankfully, I did manage to process some of my early morning chalk scribbles, neatly storing and organizing them in black, unerasable ink.  To this I say, “Phew!” [Insert dramatic wipe of the brow]. Here is a brief summary of my

Eager Emily pre-stiletto hike over to the conference to begin information overload. It’s 11 pm.  I should be sleeping.  My 6 am wake up call will jerk me out of my [hopefully] deep sleep and throw me into another full day of the most intense cramming experience of my life.  I should close the laptop

I find myself so word happy that my listening capabilities are almost non-existent.  This means it’s time to take a step back, put the word puzzles away, and do some quiet listening.  Now is that time.  I am off to the She Speaks conference tomorrow and I’m using it as an opportunity to step away