Let’s Stop Editing Our Lives

Let’s Stop Editing Our Lives

Snuggled on the sofa with my 15-year-old daughter, we scrolled through her Instagram feed together. 100, 115, 125 “likes” became a theme on each photo and it became clear that she’d found some committed “followers.” “Wow, Abby, your last picture got 139 likes,” our...
The Power of a Blessing Your Children

The Power of a Blessing Your Children

My eyes perused our front porch. Scattered throughout sat men and their families. From all backgrounds and walks of life, these men symbolized the legacy and heritage of time well spent. Men of discipline, men of character, men who invested time in our son over the...
Who Will Defend Me?

Who Will Defend Me?

 I stumbled down the stairs, willing myself to the downstairs bathroom. I’ve never understood the draw of the early morning hours and at seventeen years old, those hours were tortuous. Mornings provided predictability. Never a day went by when my parents weren’t...
When Our Days are Seemingly Insignificant

When Our Days are Seemingly Insignificant

I did it to myself, and I knew better. That last cup of late night coffee created my self induced insomnia and now I was dealing with its effects. Isn’t it something, the vast scope of topics our mind travels to as we lay awake in bed? Over the course of an...
Sometimes I Miss it…

Sometimes I Miss it…

Sometimes I am in such a rush, that I miss out on those simple moments. The moments of beauty. The moments of silence. The moments of grace. My first Spring flowers just bloomed: two beautiful tulips. The problem? They were lost amidst the acres and acres of our...