The life of a sower completely goes against today’s culture. A culture that values instant gratification, external validation, and aesthetics over genuine connection and transparency. It’s just not appealing. Social media isn’t set up to support it. The hustle and show mentality does not see the value in it. We live in a culture that praises the “I got it out the mud/ I did this on my own” mindset. It’s one of the most destructive lies Satan would have us believe
Read MoreHave you ever felt like no matter what you do, life seems to be at a standstill? You work hard, and dedicate yourself to that ‘thing’ day in and day out, yet you see no progress? Despite your dedication, your commitment, and your efforts, nothing has changed. Your marriage seems to be at a standstill. Your business is at a standstill. Your finances are at a standstill. Your growth and healing are at a standstill. These frustrating circumstances can leave us feeling uncertain about the direction of our lives. Pushing us into a space of confusion and doubt. Making us question our abilities and the purpose/ calling God has placed on our lives.
Read MoreI’ve been restless in many areas of my life. Actually, all of them. Restless as a mother, as a wife, as a professional…restless as a believer. It’s this feeling of always having something to do, always needing something to do. The never-ending to-do list not only stirs up my anxiety but forces its way into my dreams. Stealing what little moments of peace I may have. It’s the feeling of ‘what if’
Read More2021 hit me hard. Despite the hopes that the pandemic was closer to an end. Despite the kids returning to school and adjusting to the new norm of daily living, 2021 has been tough for me. Due to a number of events that collided together, I’ve wandered through this year broken-hearted, struggling to keep a lid on a depression that I was confident I would never struggle with again and lost in a world filled with facades that leave you feeling less than
Read MoreWhen Jesus goes from being your main thang, to your side piece…Yea, it’s kind of weird to say but it’s been my truth for the last couple of months. He went from being the first thing on my mind when I woke up, the last conversation at bedtime, and a constant thought throughout the day. To only thinking about him when I needed something.
Read MoreThe woman at the well didn’t know she was talking to the Messiah. All she saw was a man of Jewish decent asking her, a Samaritan woman for water. He stood before her and said, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink you would have asked Him and He would have given you living water.” When she realized who He was and that He could give her more, she asked for more.
Read MoreThe truth is, God built me. No one’s opinion can break me.
For so long I cared about the opinions of others. Confidence is always something I struggled with. Not because I felt I couldn’t do it but because I allowed the comments of others to silence me or make me believe I was enough. Even when I began sharing my testimony, there were people who disagreed.
Read MoreOne day, when they’re older, they will find this picture in their life book.
They might laugh and ask questions, they may even have some memories of what they did or couldn’t do during the global pandemic. When I see this picture, I will be reminded of the resilience children have, the hope they forever hold, and the ability to just be, amid constant change.
Read MoreThe holiest and magnificent part of the day is nap time! Yes, I said nap time. For a mother of three, nap time is an indescribable gift from baby Jesus. Two and a half hours of silence! So, on this particular day, everyone was tired and irritated, a nap was what everyone needed. All the kids were sent to their own rooms and in their own beds for a midday nap.
Read MoreIt’s no secret, I have a potty mouth. A really really bad potty mouth. When Boogey was younger and still the only child, I tried my best not to curse around him. However, being that Boogey was a very challenging child to parent, cursing was my outlet when I was frustrated. I always brushed it off by saying, “I’m just going to be that cursing mom”.
Read MoreEarly one Saturday morning, we were driving to Jayce’s soccer game. We pulled up to a stoplight and he asked me if we were getting donuts. We ate a big breakfast that morning, so I had no intention of stopping. Curiously, I asked Jayce where he saw a donut shop. He points to his right, to a store sitting in the middle of a shopping strip.
Read MoreThe word “mama” is hands down the most spoken word in my home. It seems as though every sentence begins with “mama”. I am the nurturer, the magical healer, the cook, the janitor, the hug and kiss giver, bed time maker, meanest of the meanies and everything else in between…and I get it. I am here to meet ALL their needs…
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