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This Gal’s Journey – How I Got Here And Where I’m Going

Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my heart pounded in excitement as I read the professor’s notes on my assignment, “Wow! Great use of detail and description. You should consider pursuing writing as your degree!” The thought took my breath away and excited me. It also made me sad. I knew the chances of making a comfortable living as a writer were slim to none. So, I dismissed the idea...

I’d Have You Over, But…

Have you ever really felt like you needed to invite a friend or acquaintance over to your house for tea or coffee, but didn’t because the house wasn’t “right?” Yeah, me too. A lot. You see, I’m not what you would normally consider a “homemaker.” However, I’m redefining my definition of that word. You see, I’m learning there’s a lot more to cultivating a...

Put Your Hands in the Air

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but raising kids is hard. Whether you have family around or not; a huge church or just a couple of like-minded folks; whether you have one kiddo or ten. It’s heart wrenching, twenty-four-seven, soul-aching-full-of-love hard work. And like most things that are hard, the rewards are almostĀ incalculable. When that hard work includes shepherding young hearts to follow...

Where You See Me

Curled in a ball under the duvet. Eyes clenched tight. So tight the tears pooling inside can’t escape. I rock and clench and hum and pretend. Pretend that the whole world is here inside this coccoon of warmth I’ve made for myself here is my bed. In the dark. Muted sounds muffle their way through the layers of protection. This armor of fluff and fuzz. I do my best to pretend they aren’t there. Or...

The Focus Effect

START Arms tremble, muscles burn as I lower my torso to the mat and slowly, shakily press back up. The foam fitness mat upon which countless others have sweated blurs before my eyes as the familiar sting of tears invades the privacy of a moment meant only for myself and my breath. I continue on in this mindless pattern; lowering, pressing up, burning, repeat. Ah, c’mon lads! Where’s your head?! Get it...

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