Permission to Dream

A change is in the air. On my front door hangs the big letter M that my boys painted and glittered last year, the yellow flowers in my entryway have been replaced by a bouquet of sticks collected from our yard, and a pumpkin spice candle flickers in my bathroom. Fall has arrived. I am busy packing away the sandals and shorts and swimsuits, hanging up sweaters and hoodies and still searching for that perfect fall shoe to replace my beloved Gizeh sandals I have worn all summer. A gentle … [Read more...]

Seasons Change

We've had an unusually rainy and cool summer down here in Georgia. Even though the calendar says we have four weeks until autumn, the school bus driving up the street, the cozy cardigan I am wearing, and hot cup of coffee I am sipping, leads me to believe that autumn has already arrived. I've been thinking a lot about seasons and change lately. When I wrote back in February that I felt like I was entering into a season of quiet, I had no idea that six months later, I would still be here, … [Read more...]

Finding Balance

If there is one thing that most moms have in common, it has got to be the struggle to find balance between spending quality time with our children and getting everything done that we need to get done. Our children want a lot of our attention, and we must be intentional about giving them our time and focus to communicate a message to them that they are loved and important. But there is also the reality of the tasks that must be done in order to take care of our children, that also are … [Read more...]

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Thirty found me fresh with grief, arms full with a new baby and an attached two year old, being passed the torch of a ministry with big shoes to fill and even bigger expectations of how much I could handle. It was a hard year. Thirty-one found me sandwiched between a family wedding and my women’s retreat directorial debut, a little overweight and a lot unhappy, searching for myself and unsure of a lot of things. It was a hard year. Today I turn thirty-two. And the winds are … [Read more...]

Settling In

Every time I walk into my hair salon, I am armed with no less than five pictures. I prop them up against the mirror and tell my stylist to work her magic. She will do her best to tame the curly mop on my head, and with a lot of work, I can usually make it resemble the pictures for a couple of weeks. Then I get lazy and it goes back to being what it always has been. Big, blonde, and curly. It’s just me. For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be someone else. As a teenager and on … [Read more...]