I came through the door to find Justin camped out on the couch watching the “Becoming Gordon Ramsay” series on Netflix. He patted the cushion beside him, inviting me to…
Love is not a feeling, friends. It is a commitment. A decision to grab hold of someone and say “whatever it takes, we’re not letting go. We’ll come through this…
Truthfully, I always imagined myself raising boys. I just assumed that, with all my affection for order and organization, the Lord would throw in some boys to leave muddy little…
I’m still figuring out how to do life somewhere between these sunscreen lathered and wind-styled extremes...the planned and the purposeful versus the spontaneous and simple joy-soaked.
