“We regret to inform you” wasn’t what I wanted to hear…but God knows what needs to happen to me now to get me to where He wants me to be. ~ Anu
I love this photo of my girls in matching jumpsuits. Well … almost. I should have been in that pic also. Now before you conclude that I have issues with vanity and narcissism, let me explain. As soon as school was over, my family and I left for vacation. It was the first time my
I’m new to the Gram. Instagram, that is. In an effort to develop in my career, I have gingerly climbed out of my safe little cave and crept into the daunting world called social media. So when my boss suggested Instagram, I was a bit reluctant. Just when I became a pro at Facebook, I
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
I love this video. Obviously, there’s the cuteness factor. I mean…seriously. Grant (the little guy) is convinced that he is actually pushing Caleb (the bigger guy) around. Grant even seems to be exerting himself..and ends it off with giving himself a round of applause. All the while, it was Caleb who was really doing the
Last week, we found a littler of baby bunnies buried in our flower bed. My dog had been sniffing around a certain spot and when he began digging, he unearthed this group of babies, huddled together, their eyes still closed. We managed to transplant them to another area where they could grow undisturbed. We have
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There’s a song that I have been singing all week and I can’t seem to get it out of my head. It comes from Revelation 5 where we read the story of a scroll that was sealed and in the right hand of the one who sat on the throne. The scroll could not be
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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
I was laying flat on my OB-GYN’s exam table when I noticed the sign taped up on the ceiling that read, “I HATE THIS!” I chuckled as I read the words that most women feel but are afraid to voice aloud when they’re about to be examined. Fortunately for me, it was only a quick
The Gift of the Holy Spirit
My first dream job as a pediatrician was at a small clinic. There were 3 other doctors who were well established there with a wealth of experience. Fresh out of training, I was grateful to
