Encouragement · Hope

Moment of Truth Monday

I stink at math. I google math answers for my 11-year-old son, y’all. I may have taken pre-Algebra a couple or so times before I scored high enough to pass the class. Math makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry for days. This is NOT an exaggeration, just ask my oldest…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

Encouragement · Healing · Hope

Moment of Truth Monday

I seriously enjoy flowers. I love the aroma they give, aesthetic beauty they offer, and the way they can change the mood of a room. I appreciate the end product of the tenacity and efficiency of gardeners. I do NOT have a green thumb, nor do I full understand what that requires. Though, I have single-handedly…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

Encouragement · Hope

Moment of Truth Monday

I used to dream of being a singer. It started in the early days of my dad’s song leading at church. He would go practice and my sisters and I would assume the stage with our microphone stands. We were good {at least we thought we were good} without microphones or an audience. I’m not…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

Encouragement

Moment of Truth Monday

Settling into a new “normal” is not nearly as simple as it sounds. Am I the only one that grapples with change? I crave routine and thrive on well-laid plans, but I am experienced enough to know life is full of uncertainties. Learning to adjust and be flexible is necessary, even if the shift is…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

Encouragement

Moment of Truth Monday

Moment of Truth Monday: I am a planner. I love calendars and will agonize over selecting the “right” one each year. It gives me great joy to fill in the squares with coffee dates, double dates, and all manner of things between! If you happen to plan anything in my honor, you are stuck with…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

Community · Encouragement · Hope

Moment of Truth Monday

I love denim. If one pair of jeans is good, then 10 pairs is obviously better. I might own denim shirts in a variety of colors. If a girl could marry denim, this one already did. Tracking with me? I used to think this obsession {let’s just call it what it is, friends} was contained…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday

Hope

Crossing My Fingers Taught Me This

As the clicking drew closer, anticipation birthed equal parts excitement and anxiety in me. This was the day the principal would announce the Student of the Month. My six-year-old self launched into earnest prayer because there was nothing I wanted more than that award. With fingers crossed, eyes closed, and an inaudible plea {please let it be me, God},…… Continue reading Crossing My Fingers Taught Me This