A few weeks ago, I heard from a friend that another mutual friend had chosen to stop following me on social media because my posts were making her feel insufficient. As someone who feels insufficient on a regular basis this really took me aback. I have spent a lot of time mulling over this, probably too…

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“The longer I lay there, the more things I thought of to be thankful for, and in a moment where logic would say thankfulness should be way down my list of emotions, I was overflowing with it.”

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While being a part of a blended family gives us the opportunity to show a picture of redemption and reclaimed beauty, there are moments in which the brokenness of the past is still interwoven into our story.

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So I was planning to write a blog post today about raising teens, but then my teen went and had a moment with me that changed everything I had planned. We have one teen currently: Grace. Her name fits her in so many ways, but one way is that it is by God’s grace we…

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David and I were married in May, which makes Thanksgiving our first, big, family holiday as husband and wife. What that actually means is that David got to see more of my crazy. I have something called OCM-Obsessive Compulsive Motherhood. I was never a neat freak growing up, I never had a problem with dirt,…

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I have been a little MIA here. I am going to blame that on a little thing we like to call Mount Karaffa. I know you cannot hear me, but I am laughing a bit like a crazy person over here at my use of the word “little”. There was nothing little about this mountain…

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Growing up, I often dreamed about what it would look like to be a wife. I was the little girl who loved to play princess and the story always ended with a wedding. As I grew older, I actually spent time trying to learn what a good wife looked like and praying to be that…

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I have a book. A book of horrors. I can’t even crack it open without my heart beginning to race. I can’t peek at its pages without feeling the sweat form on my palms. Common sense would tell you to avoid such a book, but I cannot. I keep coming back to it as though…

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