This is not a story about me. It’s not a story about me. It’s not a story about me. It’s a story of the gracious redemption that God is weaving when we are unaware of the light but mighty sketches on our lives. Jesus offered redemption to the woman at the well. He offered redemption… Continue reading An Ounce of Redemption

“Fank you for eatin’ da ice cweam wif us a’day,” NorBeff quietly whispered to me tonight through tears of offense that I was making her go to bed but not letting her sleep with a fork and a “biiiiig knife, pwease, Mom! It’s my favowite.” My little spark so fierce and so soft and so… Continue reading The Two Things I Want for My Girls

You know how once you become a mother, it suddenly becomes an unspoken requirement to greet other mothers with, “Hey, Mama!” Well, Hey Mamas! Listen, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore that as a generation of mothers, we seem to be finding more joy in broadcasting the trials of parenthood than in the job with… Continue reading The Well: A Motherhood Manifesto

Tonight we dedicated Annablair to the Lord in a small, simple and intimate baptism in our home. We did the same thing with Nora Beth, and both ceremonies were so special to me as we commemorated that we will do our best and fight our fiercest to ensure that these darling girls are raised to… Continue reading A Commitment