"I don't want to foster until my kids are out of the house." "I don't know if I could love a foster or adoptive child the way I can love a birth child" "It is just not the same as having your own child" "I am afraid of getting too attached" "Aren't those children in … Continue reading 5 reasons not to foster, BUT WAIT…
As the world has changed, so has the understanding of faith. Many people have varying views on their faith as well as others faith. I have often seen where Christians divide themselves because of the differences in their beliefs. I have saw many walk away from the church to continue their faith on their own … Continue reading Believers need to be in church!
Friends, Do you ever feel weighed down by all of the "I am ____" statements floating around in your head? By the "You are ______" statements thrown at you by others? Yeah, I understand. We are pretty good at stealing our own joy and allowing ourselves and others to tear us down. Let's be real. … Continue reading I am _________.
Happy Sunday Friends!! So today, our pastor said something that got me thinking hard. Well, actually pretty much all of what he said today was like on point, but I just want to focus on this one point he made. It was something like this, that girl you see on instagram with the bun on … Continue reading Vulnerably Beautiful
Dear Church, I love you and adore you. I love your compassion for others. I love your welcoming arms. I love the way you live your life to reflect Christ. I love the environment that you create. I love how you encourage growth. What I don't love is hearing some of the reasons why people … Continue reading A letter to the church
...an hour later, my sweet potato sitting in my tiny little toaster oven cranked up to 400+ degrees, IS STILL HARD. Tonight I made Italian chicken and had no idea what to have with it sense a salad is not an option because a salad isn't even good unless it's loaded down with ranch and … Continue reading Sweet potatoes & Duke University
Y'all I can be so crabby. I'm talking look at me and catch the death glare for no apparent reason besides rolling out of the bed on the wrong side or hormones raging through my body. But my loving husband handles every ounce of crabbyness with grace. He does all he can to make me uncrabby even … Continue reading Radically high love