When she writes about topics like "why babysitting should be in your budget" and her husband's "unique view of a Proverbs 31 wife" I knew Ayanna was a writer I could connect with. Her candor about having financial peace in your home will motivate you to break chains in areas of your life using God as your guide. That sounds sort of trite but her encouragement is true and when you read her...
How quickly I forget my true identity of who I am in Christ.
This morning I woke up and had this overwhelming sense of unworthiness. I wondered if all this writing business I’m attempting really encourages anyone. And I know I’m not alone in this sort of personal value intake.
Husband and I have talked about this before. He too has gone through phases where he feels like his job is...
Marriage, Struggling Faith
Sometimes I get so angry with my husband that I can’t even begin to explain what that anger feels like.
I get incredibly frustrated. Like I just want to pull my hair out. Literally. Anything to take my mind off how angry I am.
Sometimes I play these scenes over and over in my head. Husband comes home from work. I yell at him. He sort of yells and responds, we hug and forgive and then...
Bubby, Gratitude, Motherhood
I never thought I would be sad to welcome our second child.
I used to think I would have only one child. Scratch that. I used to think we’d never have any children. I used to think I’d be a teacher forever and that was good enough. And here I am a mom of a toddler boy with our second, a girl, due in a few weeks.
And I can’t imagine life any other way.
Best of, Marriage
Early in the morning, rolling in bed, fluffing the covers, your soapy husband scent tickles my nose and wakes me. I inhale the familiarity and think to myself, “home.” Comfort. My home is where my heart is and you hold my heart. You’ve held my heart since I was a teenage girl.
Sure we’ve had our movie romance moments with flower-filled gestures, candle-lit nights and poetic star...
Struggling Faith, Writer Confessions
Sometimes I think the busier I am the happier I am. Until I start running on empty. I run on empty because I can't keep up with all the busy.
But then I tell myself that the busy is good. I'm pretty good at convincing myself that all the busy is meaningful because I'm helping someone else out or being a blessing when someone needs it. Or it makes me just plain happy. Those seem to be pretty...
Best of, Grief
What a busy day. First the bank. Then Wal-Mart, followed by the grocery store. Before I knew it, we were ready for lunch. We ended up at my favorite spot, Chik Fil A. My husband always wonders what's so great about Chik Fil A. Why do people love to go there? Why do I love to go there?
I love their spicy chicken sandwich.
Bustling and chatting greeted us at the door as we went to stand...
The NFL theme song echoes up from our basement, signaling the start of the game. My husband has his traditional caffeinated beverage (usually Mt. Dew, but sometimes it’s this tea he makes that is his grandmother’s recipe) and he sits in his chair, eyes wide, anticipating the kick off.
I am upstairs, rolling my eyes because I know what’s coming next. Passionate hollering at the TV,...
Motherhood, Struggling Faith
“Give me your heart, give me your song, sing it will all your might
Come to the Fountain and you can be satisfied.
There is a peace. There is a love you can get lost inside.
Come to the Fountain and let me hear you testify.”
Motherhood is a gift that easily gets tainted. I know I am my own worst enemy most times. So much anxiety and...
Back in January I wrote a post about my two words for the year 2016. As I look back and see what my goals were I sort of chuckle to myself. I had a new baby, a new blog, and a bunch of new endeavors I wanted to tackle.
For the most part I think I stayed realistic with myself and self-aware of how I operate when it comes to these resolution things. And honestly, I feel like I stuck with a...