“It is not hard. Don’t you dare tell us this is hard. Quitting heroin is hard. Beating cancer is hard. Drinking your coffee black. Is. Not. Hard.” What is Whole 30? Odds are you have definitely heard of Whole 30 if not met someone who has done it. In the simplest terms possible, Whole 30 is 30 days of no…
Houston Blog 1
Hey pals, as many of you know but most of you may not, I’ve spent the last week with a team from Adventures in Missions (AIM) doing disaster relief in the Greater Houston area. Our team of ten partnered with Dream Center Gulf Coast and Lakewood Church to help homes begin entering the rebuilding stage. There will be another blog…
Let Him Buy the Flowers
For the first time in years, the mason jar beside my pillow in my bedroom has flowers in it that I did not buy for myself. This is equally cute and sad. I started buying myself flowers on a regular basis years ago. I had been in and out of relationships during this time yet still the only flowers that…
“I want the beauty back.”
I’m reading a book. This, if you know anything about what my life looks like right now, might be the most surprising statement of this whole blog. Anyways, 3 pages in (because that’s literally only how far I’ve gotten since I bought it. I know, I’m embarrassed too.), there’s a quote I’ve heard many times before, “the soul rejoices in…
The Beauty of Community
We all sat barefoot in her bedroom. Her husband gone with the oldest on a camping trip and the rest of the kids asleep, we joined our ministry host in her room. There was popcorn and oreos and tea. I felt right at home there on the floor leaning up against her bed. Taylor went first and the rest of…
Voice of Confidence
This morning, I had to leave. I had to walk away. We’ve been building a house on the orphanage property for short-term teams and later, for the littles to stay in. We’ve been hauling around cinder blocks and paintig walls and assembling bunk beds. Today was touch-up day because the team comes in two days. Everyone danced and sang…
When Injustice Wins
This morning, I woke up to news station reporting an attack on London Bridge. My heart felt like it was being suffocated. I could sense the knot forming in my throat. I put my back up against the back door and slid down to sit on the floor. One hand held my phone and the other was clasped over my…