If it isn’t already clear by the rolled bangs and baby face, Josh and I were, by almost every definition of the term, “late bloomers.” We were church kids. Fly under the radar kids. Do the right thing kids. It’s just who we were and how the chips landed for us. Or rather, it’s how
It’s Book Review day! I have read each of Jeff Goins’ books. I started with You Are a Writer (So Start Acting Like One). It came as a recommendation from my friend, Stacey Thacker, at a time when I was just beginning to explore writing with intention instead of just as a sort of online journaling practice. At that time,
The interesting thing about our relationship is that after that first “he picked the other girl” hooplah, I only remember Josh as part of my life. I don’t remember a lot about how our relationship progressed. We were sixteen – still so, so young, still learning so, so many things. Sometimes I wonder if our
I promised you a book review this week, and a book review you shall have! Where’d You Go, Bernadette? made its way to my “To Read” list more than a year ago. I had heard it recommended a few times but the clencher was on The Happy Hour with Jaime Ivey podcast. She was doing
I went to high school in the late nineties. My dad has always worked in technology and computers, and at that time he owned his own company. So, we had a lot of computers at our disposal. When I was a sophomore in high school, my parents allowed me to have one in my room.
The Road Back to You by Ian Morgan Cron I feel like I need to begin by saying that I find self-discovery fascinating. To understand myself better is like an exciting treasure hunt that leads me around bends and into, admittedly, some dark, frightening spots. I emerge, though, in the end with the prize of
Stay struck a chord. Your response was unexpected and has pushed me to move forward on a project I’ve been thinking about for a while. Marriage is hard. It’s one of the most challenging climbs any of us will make in this life. It’s chocked full of surprises, disappointments, challenges, and victories. Mostly it’s just chocked
Can I tell you the truth? I grow so weary of having my senses flooded with “eat healthier” and “exercise” and “make sure your kids are eating this and this and this but not that or that.” It exhausts me. Do you know why it exhausts me? Because physical wellness is not my jam. Please
In every house we have lived in, the master bathroom has been decorated with a collection of all the things that didn’t get used in the rest of the house. I have never been intentional to make it a space that invites us to relax and enjoy – that invites thought and reflection and beauty.
Sometimes I write about things and tuck them away for a while. Sometimes I need them to just be for me and for God – my own private act of worship. Then, unexpectedly, I will stumble upon them again and find that they warm and encourage my heart. Worship is that way – carrying value