crisis · life is messy · my mom · Satisfaction Through Christ

Why I Have Hymns on My Phone

Today I am over at Satisfaction Through Christ, writing about the importance of hymns. I believe that the music we sing informs our theology in a very important way, and I am forever grateful that the church I grew up in took that seriously. When a significant crisis hit my life a year ago, those… Continue reading Why I Have Hymns on My Phone

my mom · Praise & Prayer · prayer request

Praise & Prayer – A Link Up

I am (possibly) launching something new today – a link up! I don’t have a fancy graphic or anything, as this came to me while I was scrubbing the bathroom a bit ago and pondering what to write. I thought it would be fun to list praises (things for which I/we are grateful) and prayer… Continue reading Praise & Prayer – A Link Up

adoptive parenting · anger · birth mother · family · life is messy · Little Man · my mom · sadness

Mending

This was my “to do” list on Tuesday. You can see by the lack of a check mark next to it that I didn’t complete the task. I have a few pairs of footie pajamas for Little Man that his toes poke through that I need to fix, a few buttons to replace, the drawstring… Continue reading Mending

anger · church · crisis · fear · life is messy · my mom · real life friends · sandwich generation

Struggling

I. am. exhausted. I had heard of “the sandwich generation,” and I vaguely realized that someday I would be a part of it. But I had no idea that I would become part of said generation in an instant, or how devastating the impact would be on me and my family. I had also heard… Continue reading Struggling

church · crisis · fear · Keith · life is messy · Little Man · my mom · real life friends · sandwich generation · scary stuff

My Mom

I wrote my last post just over a month ago. In it, I talked about how Little Man had a random meltdown about how his Grammy, my mom, was going to die. Two weeks later she had a massive brain hemorrhage. And although my mom did not die, thank God, our lives have all profoundly… Continue reading My Mom