speak life.
When PinkGirl and I go to Disney, we often pray and look for opportunities to "speak life" to the people ...
whatever may pass and whatever lies before me.
Sunday evening. Easter Sunday. I was sitting at the kitchen table, focused on my laptop. PinkGirl came over and turned ...
“churched”
The other day, someone asked me if my kids grew up "churched." The pause before my reply was noticeably long ...
toxic concoction.
After arguing with God for months, I had finally taken the terrifying step of obedience by sharing something I believe ...
“inappropriate” music.
PinkGirl: "Mom, Is it okay to like to sing songs from Chicago?" (the musical, not the city) Me: "yes. why?" ...
four minutes with God: in the dark, surrounded by trees.
a Quote: "A friend of mine is a singer. From time to time she goes to record vocal tracks at ...
two steps forward. one step back.
If you read my last post, "growing pains" you know I've been having trouble seeing God's hand in my life ...
