Two months ago I witnessed God’s mysterious way of working “all things together for good”. It was the launch day for my latest book, A Mother of Thousands (available now here, or here, or here, or here or anywhere books are sold…so shop anywhere you like!) It was a culmination of years of infertility struggle,
The phrase jumped clean off the glossy turquoise water covered page and I realized at last what had been bugging me all morning. The popular brand rallies its customers to buy into a belief that life should feel good all the time, easy, breezy and full of color and prosperity. We like this
If you came to my house, you’d soon find you could read your way through it: the rooms turn like pages in a book. I didn’t mean to do this when I started out 10 years ago, it has just happened over time. If you know me now, you know I have a word-dense personality.
It’s that time of year, friends. The crockpots are out, the decor is inviting, the cider is hot and touches of comfy are everywhere from candles to covers. Maybe more than other times of year, we are coming inside to sit around a table — but wait! The house is a wreck! The kids have
This is one of those posts no woman ever wants to be qualified to write. Not from the voice of first-person, at least. But today I feel the words in my heart in a much lighter way than I did six years ago. I don’t credit time passing for this welcome change, time doesn’t heal
I have heard often that parenting is not for the faint of heart. Neither is being a human, really. Life is hard, our world is scary, and yet everyday we face a flood of choices that take us out deeper into it…ready or not. Summoning strength for oneself to go into this world, is one
Two months ago I witnessed God’s mysterious way of working “all things together for good”. It was the launch day for my latest book, A Mother of Thousands (available now here, or here, or here, or here or anywhere books are sold…so shop anywhere you like!) It was a culmination of years of infertility struggle,
The phrase jumped clean off the glossy turquoise water covered page and I realized at last what had been bugging me all morning. The popular brand rallies its customers to buy into a belief that life should feel good all the time, easy, breezy and full of color and prosperity. We like this
If you came to my house, you’d soon find you could read your way through it: the rooms turn like pages in a book. I didn’t mean to do this when I started out 10 years ago, it has just happened over time. If you know me now, you know I have a word-dense personality.
It’s that time of year, friends. The crockpots are out, the decor is inviting, the cider is hot and touches of comfy are everywhere from candles to covers. Maybe more than other times of year, we are coming inside to sit around a table — but wait! The house is a wreck! The kids have
This is one of those posts no woman ever wants to be qualified to write. Not from the voice of first-person, at least. But today I feel the words in my heart in a much lighter way than I did six years ago. I don’t credit time passing for this welcome change, time doesn’t heal
I have heard often that parenting is not for the faint of heart. Neither is being a human, really. Life is hard, our world is scary, and yet everyday we face a flood of choices that take us out deeper into it…ready or not. Summoning strength for oneself to go into this world, is one
