February was a month of loss, light, and learning. Here are three noteworthy mentions in each category!
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The days are long, the nights are longer, but the years are short.
As I begin to think about Shia’s first birthday, I realize how much has happened in his 10.5 months of life already and I never want to forget it once the memories become distant and fuzzy. The idea to get back to blogging as a means of documenting my everyday ordinary life was inspired by my sister-in-law, Naomi…
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My Space Devotional started off as a private journey long before it was public. In the summer of 2018, I hit my breaking point. Having always been a “yes” girl who kept busy to the point of unnecessary stress and panic attacks, I felt God speak to me clearly in the middle of a sweaty run…
“You need space.”
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I passionately believe loving children shouldn’t come with the caveat that you get to ‘keep’ them.
I’ll always lay it all out there because #ImpressingIsExhausting and I am freed from the burden of what others think of me. So, let’s dive in.
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A wise person in my life once told me to pay close attention to the things and people who bother me most because it says more about me more than it does them.
Documenting our foster care journey has made others want to do it too, I know because they tell me. They email, comment, and send me Instagram messages sharing the wonderful news with me. It always makes me light up.
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The other day I asked three different people for feedback. My husband, my Pastor, and my supervisor at work. You may have read this from my Instagram post, but I’ve been asking people in my life to answer the following five questions honestly so I can better myself and improve my leadership. It was really telling when all three of them answered the questions similarly.
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I sit down with a plan to write, but most days I don’t have the energy to recount the day’s memories or retell what we’re in the midst of because that requires reliving it. And right now, living it is hard enough.
I don’t want pity or sympathy, but I refuse to sugarcoat it.
The last two weeks of January were the hardest, most draining and tear-filled days of my life.
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