Back in January, I felt God begin to whisper to me about a baby coming. Even though we’re still believing for healing in my womb, this was a surprise to me, because I felt this baby would be through adoption. And at that point, we knew we would be adopting our foster...
I have a thing for watches.
There, I said it.
I like jewelry. A lot. If you’ve been around here for a while, you know that. But I really have a thing for watches. And when I find something I really like, I can’t help myself but to share about it. I guess it’s that evangelistic gifting in me. When I find something I really love, why wouldn’t I share?! And let me tell you, I will never share something here that I do not LOVE!
I’m obsessed with JORD watches. A few years ago, they sent me one, and I’m not lying when I say I’ve worn it everyday. I have the Frankie, Zebrawood and Champagne. So when they reached out and wanted to give, you, my friends, a watch, I was on that like white on rice.
Growing up, my elementary best friend was our pastor’s daughter of a very large church. Everyone knew who she was and treated her special because of it. My best friend all throughout middle and high school had the best dad ever. He was a very prestigious and well...
I get it. You probably haven’t seen anything like this today. In fact, I’m sure the world has told you otherwise. Boss babe and side hustle are more like the hashtags you’ve scrolled through. There’s this idea that if we work hard enough we can get the life that...
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Caroline and I met two years ago on Instagram. Can you believe that? Very quickly we became close friends. Have you ever met those people you feel you’ve known each other your whole life? That’s what it was like when I met Caroline.
What I loved about her was her steadfast faith and refusal to believe anything other than what her Father says. Before we knew it, we were best friends and the Father has cultivated something incredibly beautiful from such an unlikely place (insta). I love when He does that!
I was seven days late.
It’s only happened twice in my life. The other time was three years ago. The week before our foster son came home.
I woke up every morning, believing the “in due time” had finally come. That after all of these years, it was our turn. I was certainly going to see my belly start swelling in the next few weeks. I had calculated the due date and thought through every way I would tell my husband, family, and dear friends. I had imagined the look on their faces, like the ones standing around Lazarus’s grave.
Even after all the hoping and all the disappointment, I knew this new season our family has stepped in, has looked so different from the old ones. He’s doing a new thing in us, something He’s never done before. And hope never puts us to shame (Romans 5:5), so I wasn’t afraid to hope. Because my hope isn’t in a miracle, it’s a person, my Jesus.
This was the third test I took that week. All the other ones said the same results. But I wasn’t going to believe it wasn’t true, until I knew. And I knew on day eight.
Right before we looked at the test, Brandon said to me, “You know this doesn’t change a word out of God’s mouth about this.” And I knew that. Still do.