Why We’re All Dying To Catch What Kara Has {& giveaway winners}
Wow, so many of you poured out love and grace on my post in your comments to Kara Tippetts. Thank you for that. Such grace. Thousands are praying for this […]
Tag Archives: Jesus
Grace Will Meet You There
[This post was started a couple of months ago, so the “past couple of weeks” were back in October… Remember when I only published like three posts that entire month? […]
Christmas Card Outtakes: MeRrY ChRiStMaS from the Camp!
We waited so late that is was pretty much a lost cause for Christmas cards this year… Needless to say, we did not quite get to our typical mass mailout […]
These Are A Few Of My Favorite [DaySpring] Things {and the winner!}
[disclaimer: this post contains affiliate links.] As many of you know, one of my favorite things about blogging is being able to give fun gifts away to you guys! AND […]
When God Wants To Rip Everything Out By The Roots
We are selling our home, so we’ve been pretty busy getting it ready for market. We are not the people who say, “They’re buying the house, not our stuff,” and […]
Jesus Stuff: You Can’t Stop The Pipes From Freezing
Well, we had ourselves a little cold snap here in the mountains. The sub-freezing wind chills were pretty unusual. Of course, some of us southerners were in a bit of […]
Why New Year’s Day Might Be The Most Holy Of All
Here we are, in the no man’s land of holidays between Thanksgiving/Christmas and Easter. What’s a person to do with New Year’s Day? Make resolutions to be soon forgotten and […]
The Goose Is Getting Fat.
Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat… Did y’all ever sing that song when you were younger? I had it on my John Denver and the Muppets album: Aaaaaaaaand […]
Get Your Whole Life Sorted {before school starts}, Part 1
I’ve been feeling that sort of low-level stress creep in as we are in the final countdown to a new school year. My days are already filling up with meetings […]
For The Days You’re Just Not Brave Enough {for motherhood}
I don’t mind the noise. And I don’t mind the long hours. The mess, the laundry, the dirt, the repetition: they all seem just par for the course to me. […]
