Little Red Wagon
A wise friend shared a story with me years ago that really stuck. I'm sure you've experienced that too. For one reason or another you just relate to it and…
Stop the Spinning: Simplify
My word this year is - simplify. Isn't it great? To me it sounds refreshing and clean, and freeing; like that time you washed, dried, folded, and put away all…
Thirty Days of Thankful…Wait for It
So, like a couple of million other people, I decided to tackle the month of November with the slightly-cliche Thirty Days of Thankful. I'm so glad I did! It is…
Imma Fight Him
When pain and anger run so deep our human reactions are sometimes violent. Good news…we get to choose how we put those feelings into action – it doesn’t have to…
Once Upon a Time I was an Extrovert…I probably still am.
Anyone familiar with tests like the Birkman or Myers-Briggs? If you aren’t, basically they ask a series of questions about you and then identify your personality traits by using letters to categorize you. I’m a ESFJ – show me some love. This means, I am technically an Extrovert (not Introvert), who is Sensing (instead 
of iNtution), a Feeler (not a Thinker), and a Judging (not Perceiving). I have loved tests most of my life, I’ve been blessed enough to just be a good test-taker. As a teacher, I have seen the kind of anxiety they can cause for others – but seriously, tests are totally my jam. I’m a weirdo. These personality inventories are my favorite! I love to see how I am, how others are, how we intermingle together and how we should get along. To me, it is a tangible example of how God made each of us individually and uniquely for a specific purpose. Read, Jeremiah 1:5, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”
I Sang A Song – Again
I sang a song – again.I sang a silly song today, it went a little something like this…”chicky-chicken nuggets, cheesy-cheese cubes. Peas and car-rots, peas and car-rots, yum yum yum…
His 2nd Birthday
His 2ndBirthday.Today he would be two. My sweet boy. He should be toddling around the house, tormenting his big sisters, cuddling his baby brother. Making us laugh, because of course…
He loves me, He loves me not…
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (written 5/24/16)Remember playing the game when you were a child? Reciting the phrase “he loves me, he loves me not” as I plucked…
My Mom Died…My Mom
(written 2/20/16)My mom died. She’s gone. Forever. (Well, earthly forever). I keep saying it over and over in my head, like I need a reminder that it really happened. I’m…
Bring the Joy
After every storm, there comes a rainbow. :) Thank you Lord for this promise of hope. October 27, 2015 was a tough day. If you read my blog on that…