Full Not Busy

Full Not Busy

It’s been quiet around here lately.

I’m so sorry about that.

Do you ever feel like you can’t balance your life? Or is it just me? Surely it’s not just me. It’s like I’m an awesome mom and tanking the ministry thing, or I’m writing and not speaking, or visa versa. Either my legs are shaved or my hair clean. And don’t get me started about house. If the dishes are done, the laundry probably isn’t. Know what I mean?

I’ve chosen in this season to use the word “full” instead of “busy.” I feel like being busy is just running around without intention and lacking purpose. Full describes our season much better. Everything that our family is doing is intentional and filled with purpose. It just means we have to give our very best yes. And a lot of “no’s” along the way too.

Every morning when I wake up, I ask the Father, “What do you want me to put my hands to today?” Sometimes I work on The Garden all day. Somedays I only work on stamping jewelry. Somedays I just need to play in the floor with my kids or go on a date with my life crush. It’s been something I’m definitely growing in, yet learning what it looks like to live in this full season of life out of a posture of rest.

Grace in the Wilderness

Grace in the Wilderness

Infertility is not who I am.

It’s not even what my story is about.

It’s just a chapter in my story, a season. And one day, before we know it, the page will turn and this chapter of infertility will come to an end. This season of infertility will be over and this promise that we have prayed for so long will be right before our eyes. 

Even then, I never want to forget what I’ve learned here. How I’ve needed Him. How He has become THE gift. How He has become THE promise. How I’ve found places of His heart I would have never found if it wasn’t for infertility. 

A New Space

A New Space

I wish I could invite each of you to my living room and we could sit down and chat. I know I say this all the time. But it’s true. I hope you know how much I appreciate you showing up here, many of you, for years now. You reading these words, supporting me, and growing with me and the Father means more than you know! 

That’s why I love so much our time together on Thursday’s over on Facebook! So many of you send me emails asking questions that cover different topics (BTW keep those emails coming! If you have something you want me to discuss, send it over!), and I try to unpack those in our chats on Thursday’s. It’s so fun having you join with me in the conversation. So if you haven’t already, like my Facebook page and join me live on Thursday’s! 

An Honest Convo: Tiny Church, Big Love

An Honest Convo: Tiny Church, Big Love

Can I be honest with you for just a few seconds?

In this blogging world, I have NO idea what I’m doing. I probably broke lots of rules just by telling you that. There are so many voices screaming about what I should write, when I should write, how I should write. And honestly, it’s just noise to me, annoying noise. There is enough of it in your life too, I’m sure. So the last thing I want to be for you is noise.

Now, I don’t want to go all hippie or anything and totally throw everything out the window. (Which by the way, I’m a wanna be hippie, kinda). There is knowledge and stats about this stuff that’s been proven. But here’s the thing…this whole thing for me, is about you. Everything I click away on the other side of this screen is for you. I think to myself, how will this serve you?

My speaking schedule has started to really pick up. And although sometimes I feel a lot like Moses stammering around, it’s the message that resonates, that keeps me saying yes. Just this past weekend, my sister and I drove up to a tiny, little (I realize those words are synonyms, but if you heard me talking, that’s what I would say. I’m breaking all kind of writing rules over here.) Baptist church fully expecting to be met with stiff handshakes and a stuffy atmosphere, as we have in the past. What we experienced was far from that.

We walked into the fellowship hall and were met with warm hugs and “I’m so glad to see ya’s.” I stuck out my hand a few times for a “Nice to meet you,” and it was met with, “We don’t shake hands around here, we hug.” Even though we had only just met, it felt as if we were all old friends. We belonged. Everyone belonged. I watched these women love each other and stood in awe of the spirit of hospitality that was among them. I couldn’t even tell who were the visitors or the regulars because they all were mingling, talking to one another, complementing one another. The air was warm, the room was one big blanket and we were all cozying up in love. I’ve spoken to enough women to know there was something special about this place and what was among them. I also realized somewhere along the way, I have been hurt by the church. And being among their love in that tiny, little building brought that to the surface. I was able to confess my bitterness and repent of the preconceived judgements I can sometimes make. Kindness does that you know? It’s kindness that leads us to repentance.


I'm not claiming to speak without a southern draw, or to be the next Beth Moore, but God has put a fire in my heart for the hearts of women, and I cannot stay silent. I would love the opportunity to speak to your women. I am passionate about these topics in the light...