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  • When What If becomes What Is

    … and what if it doesn’t. As my friend and Pastor once told me, grief and sorrow are like the waves on a beach. There are times when the water is gentle. You can walk alongside the water and not… Continue reading

  • The Things We Carry

    For most of my life I never felt like I had great testimony. If you aren’t familiar with the lingo, it’s your personal “come to Jesus” moment. I grew up in church. I didn’t have a “I was going down… Continue reading

  • Living in the Shadows of Sameness

    I’m not the only one, at least I don’t think so. The days often look the same. Dishes, laundry, make the beds, clean the floors, change the diapers… Every day I fall into this pattern. It’s increasingly become the same… Continue reading

  • The Sacred and Sacrifice of Motherhood

    Motherhood is sacrifice. At times it can seem overwhelming.  I’ll say that I’m not one to act like motherhood should equal martyrdom or personal and marriage assassination. I think sometimes we can elevate motherhood to the point of prioritizing in… Continue reading

  • A Bitter Seed

    In Indiana, I was the proud owner of a home built in 1900. (Maybe I should say co-owner with the bank!) I loved my house, the nooks and crannies. But then… there was the yard. For those of you that… Continue reading

  • The Message in the Mess

    I cannot be credited with this phrase. Quite frankly, it came from a baking show. But, when I heard it, it immediately reminded me of my current week. I have not been feeling my best and everything feels like a… Continue reading

  • I Hear Voices

    Baseball season has arrived. Breezy, beautiful nights. Hot dogs. The sound of a bat hitting a baseball. Kids on the field playing in dirt… (We’re still in that stage.) I watched my boys walk to the home plate, bat in… Continue reading

  • The Breaking or Breaking Through

    Honey for many years was a bus driver, in addition to pastoring. 2023 we had snow early on. While in Indiana, it would take a significant amount to make a difference, only a few inches in Arkansas can cause the… Continue reading

  • The Silence

    March 3rd, two weeks ago today, is what I call my (8th) “Holyfield” anniversary. Honey asked me that morning if I was okay. And he’s asked me days since. I answered, “yes,” because, yes, I was okay. And, yes, I… Continue reading

  • The Bag Lady

    I love accessories. Specifically, I love bags. Bags, purses, backpacks. Never can have enough. Okay, over the years, I have pared down on my bag buying and bag hoarding. But still, I love a walk through that department at the… Continue reading