My hands clench tightly around my dreams some days and especially around my heart’s desires. My fists grasp frantically onto those I love in my effort to hold them close and keep them safe, as if it’s in my power to do this. No matter how much I wish it were different, I have little …
Category: brokenness
Keep It In The Road
“Alright Sister…we’ll talk soon, but until then, keep it in the road. Love ya,” he said. “I will…love you too,” I replied, pushing the end button, and flipping the phone closed. My headlights shone brightly ahead, pressing the darkness back, as I rounded the last curve before home. I pulled into the driveway and walked …
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Immanuel Is Enough
A letter from my heart to yours on this Christmas Eve. I don’t know where you find yourself today. Maybe this is the year you celebrate new life. There are tiny boxes full of tiny onesies underneath the tree, and though you’re sleep deprived, your heart is as full as it’s ever been. Perhaps this …
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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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