• Last night, I watched my husband and his father scroll through pictures from the past year. Pictures of a totaled car, pictures of dad and mom surrounded by tubes, connected to a ventilator, and then there was this picture. A picture of us praying. It was the first picture of hope. This picture was taken

  • My friend from Houston texted me today. “The sun is out. Praise the Lord!!” Storms have a way of bringing life to a complete halt….but they also have a way of making us see hope in even the slightest ray of sunshine. In simple every day things we would normally take for granted. It’s been

  • How do you handle moody, angry or just plain foolish people? Anyone who knows me knows that I have no tolerance for nonsense. If I can, I walk away from those people…and I stay away. But what if we can’t walk away…what if it’s people we work with or live with, what if it’s family

  •   At the start of summer, my thirteen year old, began to “play around” a little more on the piano. He would hear a song at church or on the radio, then come home and try to figure out the keys. The more he played, the better he played. I was pleasantly surprised. “Wow, Caleb…that’s

  • Earlier this year, if you had asked me which Bible character I related to the most, you probably would have heard… Martha, Priscilla or even Ruth. Great women, who sought after the true heart of God. But half way into our Bible reading plan, I have a new woman to add to my list. Not

  • My firstborn son, Josh, received his drivers’ permit earlier this year. So here we were, in a parking lot. I asked my younger son to buckle up as his big brother was about to take over the wheel. When I turned around, this is what I saw. (See picture above). I couldn’t help but laugh.

  •                 Since I was young, I have strongly disliked public restrooms (especially on road trips). I’m no diva….I just prefer clean bathrooms (and I have a very strong gag reflex).  So, on such family trips, we had a routine. I would have my sister go in first, assess

  • We walked out of the sanctuary into our church’s main lobby. I thought my husband was heading toward the free Father’s Day popcorn table. But he wasn’t. He had veered off to the side of the lobby, his arm around the shoulder of a fellow church member. The two appeared engrossed in a deep conversation.

  • Growing up, I was never super competitive…but come “sword drill” time (aka-Bible Reference Competition), I was all in. In case you are unfamiliar, a sword drill is a competition in which one person would stand in front of the church (usually at our once a month Saturday night youth meetings), call out a scripture reference

  • Sometime around the first or second grade, my teeth took on a mind of it’s own. Let’s just say, a significant gap began to form in the center of my smile. (The gap was only in its beginner stage in the picture above) My dads advice, “Molé (daughter), in your free time..try and close that