When Holidays Are Hard

My boots echoed on the Target floor, a steady tapping with each step.  I remember thinking to myself, as long as I can hear that tap, I at least know that I’m still moving forward. It was Christmas, and the months leading up to this season had been filled with unexpected sorrow and turmoil.  I …

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Junk In The Closet

See this picture?  This is real.  This is honest.  This is real honest! And I’ll be even more honest…it’s a bit too real for me.  I don’t want to share this because I want you to believe that my home is beautiful and spotless at any given moment.  When you walk inside, I want my …

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When Faith Is Hard

I grew up in the church. Hymn books, "Amazing Grace," and Sunday School were all familiar.  I feel as though I grew up knowing God.  I became a Christian at an early age.  Faith was fairly simple.  It was all I knew. As I matured into adulthood, I would occasionally ask the hard questions.  Things …

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Searching For More Than Coffee Shop Friendship

The smell of freshly pressed beans laid thick in the air as the coffee shop door swung shut behind me. Across the sun-drenched room, my friend waved a cheerful hello, and I walked over, pulling out a chair. We ordered coffee and made small talk while we waited. Moments later, steaming mugs were placed carefully down along …

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Why I Write: How It Began

When I started my blog, it felt like the strangest thing in the world I could have done.  If you know me, you know that I hold things very close to the vest.  I’m always the one who listens while people share, but rarely the one who shares.  I keep my personal thoughts, well, just …

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The Hands That Hold My Hands

The hand I held today was soft and small.... She climbed out of the backseat, all smiles, and immediately reached for my hand. The cool air, uncommon for this time of year, greeted us as she clasped my hand tightly, confident in my ability to guide her. It was time for her Kindergarten screening, and her …

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A Little Lost

We’ve been here over a year now, but honestly, some days, I still feel a little lost.  Not always directionally, there’s GPS for that, but sometimes emotionally.  You see I’m a Georgia girl.  At least I was.  Now, this Georgia girl is sitting in North Carolina. Growing up in Georgia and living there for so …

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Beautiful Brokenness

Last December, our family uprooted from South Georgia to begin a new journey.  Josh had been called to be the new pastor at a church here in the beautiful foothills of North Carolina.  We moved in December of all times.  Josh ended up moving a week before the kids and me due to some setbacks …

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