Misc.

Four years ago, in the height of Covid, masks and social distancing, my son left for college. We weren’t sure what the next four years would hold. He wasn’t sure either. Would he make friends? Good friends? I mean the right kind of friends? And in a world where everyone is either staring down at

I recently came across some thoughts from Pastor Craig Groeschel that made me stop mid scroll.  He wrote… “Someone needs to be reminded to be careful not to wish away the season you once prayed for.  You may be living in the middle of an answered prayer and not even realize it.  For me, it’s

Confession: I was a big fan of the show “Friends”. (Please don’t judge me.) If you are willing to admit that you were too, which “friend” did you relate to the most? If you have known me for 2 months or 2 decades, it probably didn’t take long to figure out that I am Monica.

When I was a newlywed, I quickly discovered how different my husband and I were about tackling household tasks. We each had our own style of folding laundry. We had different definitions of what tidy looks like. My thought was, “I’ll just do it all by myself!” However, the Lord humbled me and showed me

It’s easy to look at someone who is really good at what they do and think that they are just so gifted, or smart, just a natural at it.  While that can be true to a certain extent, I believe there is a larger portion of the population that excels in things not because of

This year has been a challenging journey for me. There have been unexpected detours that felt overwhelming and stressful. Truthfully, they left me feeling weary. Some days all I could see was everything that had gone differently than I imagined. Some days the temptation was to just camp out in the land of discouragement.  But

My sister and I made a few adjustments to our schedules, got the green light from our husbands and off we went. A four and a half hour road trip to Houston to encourage our friend, Shyni. Her father (I call him Uncle) had been in the hospital and our friend was going through a

As a child I hated hearing that word “obey”. When my parents used it, I felt like they were trying to hold something back from me and control me. It felt unfair. It felt like something I wanted to rebel from. But as I grew older, I saw that my parents were actually loving and

The photo you see wasn’t planned or staged. In fact, my husband’s parents didn’t realize I was even taking a picture. They were staying with us the week of Thanksgiving, and when I walked out of my bedroom each morning, THIS is what I saw.  A team huddle. I am not an athlete. Never have

We were sitting in the back row of the church, deep in conversation. Since service had ended about an hour prior, the pews had emptied out and it was just the two of us. I was in my early 20’s and she was in her early 80’s. A sweet, beautiful woman with gray and black