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If you have a child or have ever been one (I think that covers all of us)…then I’m sure you know, children are unique and so are their parents. And aside from the Bible, there isn’t a standardized one way guide to parenting. We pray for wisdom, do what we know to do, make a

So, you say you can’t dance? Me neither. And trust me, I’ve tried. As a kid, I attended a small Indian church. Once a month, our church hosted a “youth meeting.” A Saturday night service in which our talents (or lack of) were on display. There wasn’t a lot of dancing going on back then…but

Have you ever had a life changing conversation? I have. Years ago, I had lunch with an elder at my church. I talked, she listened. I shared…my thoughts, my fears. All very real and very raw. And you know what? It was life changing. Not on the outside (no one even noticed)…but on the inside.

I got to spend some time with this little guy this weekend…and I loved it! Hanging out with our nephew takes me back. Back to when my boys were that age. Reading with them, teaching them simple truths through simple songs…such sweet memories. But just to keep it real, some of those memories weren’t so

“God, if You could speak to Moses through a burning bush, could you please do the same for me?” I can’t tell you how many times I have prayed that prayer…A burning bush, a visitation from an angel, I have always longed for a GRAND encounter with God. And in my forty year journey with

Have you ever googled something you should have been praying about? I am ashamed to say. I have. And it wasn’t that long ago. My head was spinning, my heart was heavy and I was at a complete loss for what to do. It involved people…and drama (which I try to run from…but couldn’t).  So

It was my youngest son’s second day of work. He joined his big brother and I at a nearby grocery store. I work in the pharmacy, and he works up front. He’s the guy who asks if you want paper or plastic then kindly takes your groceries out to your car. I couldn’t be more

Last night, as I pulled into my subdivision after work, I noticed a couple of guys attempting to change a flat tire. I walked inside my house and sat down. My husband asked me about my day and then proceeded to ask if I had seen a couple of kids on our street trying to

Thank you Mama. Three simple words, I never get tired of hearing. In the morning, when I place a scrambled egg on my son’s plate. Thank you Mama. When we sit to eat dinner. Thank you Mama. Whether it comes from a high pitched seven year old, or a really deep, sounds a little like

A dear friend of mine struggled with depression. When I came across the blog, A day in the Life of Depression, written by Jodi Harris, my heart sank. I felt as if I was reading a page out of my friend’s journal. I’ve heard these words before. “Who cares if the house is dirty? Who