I’m in the process of making over an old dresser. It’s an old, claw-footed beauty I inherited from my grandmother. Come to think of it, this isn’t the first transition this lovely piece has seen. In the years since I’ve been blessed to keep it, it’s been painted, decorated, and repurposed a handful of
Hey Mama, I heard you were doubting yourself again, calling yourself a failure. Really? –Let’s find out if you really failed: 1. You genuinely loved on your children this week. 2. Your house was/is far from spotless, but it is certainly a healthy environment. (Look at your kids; they’re fine.) 3. You made delicious
Picture this scenario: You’re getting ready for an important engagement. You’ve run through the mental checklist. Kids fed? Check. Teeth brushed? Check. Shoes on? Check. Everyone’s cooperating and things are running smoothly for a change. You begin to exhale the proverbial breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Aaah. You grab your bag,
Krissa rubbed her thumb along the thin page of her Bible, fear gnawing at her soul. She had always believed its words, never doubting its record of God’s Son becoming flesh to dwell among us. But shortly after her sixteenth birthday, questions slipped more and more frequently into her thoughts. How could her heart