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I don’t know how many snowflakes cover this landscape. Billions, maybe? More? But I know that each is different from the others. I know every single snowflake is beautiful. I know each one is intricately patterned — stunning in its design. So, how much more does God love you? How much more time did He…
We tend to expect a happy ending. That’s the way we’re programmed. That’s the way it works in the movies. The happy ending helps us negate the pain we went through to get it. It resolves the anxiety (for the moment) and leaves us with enough warm fuzzies to get us through until the next…
It doesn’t matter what kind of morning we had… …whether we laughed and played, or I yelled while he didn’t listen. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve screwed up in motherhood… …whether I’m proud of myself or disappointed. And it’s usually the latter. He doesn’t care. When we’ve been separated for any amount of…
My husband is an imperfect man. He’s often distracted. Sometimes he can’t (won’t?) hear or focus. He likes to cut trees, sit in duck blinds, and build things, so he wears that extra spicy man smell. All of the time. His eyes twinkle when mine are angry. And I’m never really sure he gets me,…
On Saturday night, I took this (poorly angled) photo in the bathroom on the outskirts of a work Christmas party. It was my last-ditch attempt to talk myself into going, and I needed to see the earrings as a reminder. It was my husband’s Christmas party, and I wanted to be there for him. But…
This time of year is one of new beginnings. It allows for fresh starts. It offers the hope of change or possibility. But I’ve recently realized that there is too little time to change a life in year-by-year increments. Resolutions are fine when it comes to the little things, but they’re ultimately too small for…
I was a teenager when I rediscovered the magic of Christmas morning. Long gone were the years of bursting out of my bedroom in search of Santa gifts and half-eaten cookies. I was somewhere in the middle of being gifted those magical Christmas memories of childhood and being the one to make them for others….
My Christmas Prayer This Christmas, Lord, let me open my heart like never before. Help me hold tight to the special moments…before they slip away into memories. Help me give grace to the people who can’t give what I need. Help me appreciate them for who they are, and help me to see all the…
My little girl’s new winter coat showed up on our front porch when I was feeling particularly down about the world. These days, maybe more often than not, I feel like I come up short when I search for the goodness I know is out there. I didn’t expect to find it in a toddler’s…
Let’s have a difficult conversation. This is tough to say, but you have to hear it. Ready? Here goes.——- You need to forgive her. It’s true. She’s hurt you, and she’s hurt others. You don’t have to forget her mistakes; honestly, it’s better to hold her accountable. But her heart is truly good. And remember,…