I’m a worrier. Like certified, diagnosed, worrier. As I’ve gotten older and a little bit wiser I’ve become less of a worrier and more accepting of Matthew 6:24. Occasionally though I
I’m a worrier. Like certified, diagnosed, worrier. As I’ve gotten older and a little bit wiser I’ve become less of a worrier and more accepting of Matthew 6:24. Occasionally though I
At least once a day I find myself saying to one of my kiddos, ‘Stay-focused’. It rolls off my tongue so regularly that I often don’t even realize I’m saying
I hate it when people tell me exactly what I need to hear. Ok, so maybe ‘hate’ is a bit of an exaggeration but I definitely cringe. It’s not because
No I didn’t; I woke up looking and feeling like a hot mess. I put very little time and energy into my outside appearance and work hard, some days harder
Fat…it seems to be one of the smallest, yet most powerful words in the English language these days. Let me tell you a little something about being FAT. The first
I woke up this morning in a horrible mood. Between my unresolved throat issues, hot flashes from said throat issues, and my children waking me up in the middle of
Friday evening Jacob and I decided to take the kids to see ‘Shaun the Sheep’. I had no idea who this sheep was but it had good ratings on Flixster
I have ‘officially’ been a mom for over 5 years. I believe that my years prior to that while I was a classroom teacher rounds it out to 10 (several
Between two lengthy vacations and a couple of summer colds, we’ve missed more church than usual. There was a time when not going to church didn’t bother me at all.
Today was my first day back at work for the 2015-2016 school year. People who know me well know that I have a love-hate relationship with work. I love being