There is no such thing as ordinary. Ordinary is one of those words we use to describe things which seem…
I will begin today by saying that I am so grateful that it is Five Minute Friday not Fifteen Minute…
Another morning run, pushing myself mile after mile. Wanting to give up, wondering why I try at all. I beg…
My mother’s favorite color is red. Since my earliest memories if I imagine her, that’s almost always what she is…
I’ve begun getting up at 6 AM to worship. Now I don’t mean that the praise music comes on and…
Tiny hands that have surprising strength. Little feet with minute toes that can kick and scratch with the best of…
I don’t feel lonely as often as most people. I like being alone. It gives me time to do what…
I’ve been spending a lot of time lately preparing for the start of our MOPS year. (MOPS stands for Mothers…
So much of my life I always felt as though I didn’t quite fit in. In high school I was…
My son doesn’t say much. He knows maybe ten words, but uses two of three. None of those is mama….
