I don’t remember one specific conversation with my mom about priorities, but I know that she explained to me many times that she loved God most of all, then my dad, then my brother and me. Sometimes that bothered me, knowing I was — at best — number three on... Read More →

I sat in the congregation recently, awaiting the bride’s entrance, when it struck me - somewhere I crossed a line. Without even knowing, I walked right over it and was on the other side. You know those lines in life, the ones you don’t really see coming. Like growing up... Read More →

There are two black and white baby pictures sitting in silver frames on the glass shelf. Aside from my hair curling loosely in little ringlets, it almost appears that the same child is shown in both images. Except the truth is, one little girl is me and the other is... Read More →

Dating. My girls are six and three. Dating feels about as close as, I don’t know, a free trip to Italy. I know, I know – it goes so fast. I honest to goodness believe all of you more seasoned mama’s when you tell me, but at the moment I... Read More →

A year and a half ago my husband and I, plus our three tiny little ones, moved across the country to help start a church. Church planting, they call it. I call it soul stripping. In all the best, most painful ways. Nearly one year after moving here, I find myself,... Read More →