They say that everyone finds God in jail and in the hospital. As a trauma nurse I can attest that at least the second part of that saying is mostly true. In times of worry, stress, sickness, death- people do often, and quickly, reach out to God. Even[…]

Sitting in church yesterday, our pastor was teaching out of Ephesians and he was towards the end of chapter 1 when Gabe nudged me saying, “That’s the verse I prayed over you during your affair with Gina.” (And yes, you read that previous sentence correctly, I had an[…]

I’ve noticed an interesting trend in my spiritual thought-life recently. It would seem that I live somewhat under the conviction that my last season of growth with God was better than my current one. I find myself looking back on myself from the previous season and feeling as[…]

Frantically, I dig through my purse looking for lunch money I had forgotten to give. Impatiently I fuss,”Who put all of this in here?”  “Why can’t you remind me sooner? “ “I’m sick of this! I can’t do this! You’ll just have to go without,” as the contents[…]

After much delay, I bring you the finale to the Are You Feeding the 5000? series. This is part 3 and will be relatively shorter. We’ve been talking about when Jesus fed the 5000 (or more like 10-15,ooo!) people on the hillside with 5 loaves of bread and[…]

Welcome back dear ones for part 2 of Coloring in the Lines. I ended last week discussing the idea of improvement; that I would be a bit concerned if my 4 year old was still coloring the same (or worse?) than he was 2 years ago. Something would[…]

This is a picture of my baby daughter’s coloring page. Okay, sorry, I actually I don’t have one because she’s only 9 months old. But she’s SO cute isn’t she!?! And I hooked you with a cute baby pic so you’re invested now right? Anna’s not exactly a[…]

God must be trying to tell me to slow down and enjoy His creation more. I’ve found myself meditating on it a lot recently. Everywhere I turn I’m being smacked in the face with beauty. It’s wonderful and yet makes me feel small. It’s fall and everything is[…]

Mornings are hard for me, especially when they start with feeding the crying baby at some ridiculous hour. At 4 o’clock in the morning specifically. Every. Single. Day. But today as I sit here with a baby and a bottle, I’m reminded through the open window nearby that[…]