It stops me in my tracks every single time... The little scrunched up knees. The little busy toes, finally resting The mesmerizing,...

“You won’t find it in there,” He sternly nudged. “You never will. What you are looking for cannot be found in your phone. In social...

I didn’t get to sleep in. My little five-AM wake-up call doesn’t have a snooze button. I didn’t have a day without arguing or tears....

Last night was one of those nights. The kind of night, up with the baby. Then losing myself in mindless Facebook scrolling. Feeling worse...

Confession... A secret, deeply-rooted, life-long one. Yet, one I know I don't carry alone. A secret that has weighed me down. A secret...

How often do you find yourself as one of the women at the well? Not the womAn. The womEn. The women who met up daily to gossip. The women...

The sun has yet to rise, Lord. Quiet is this house. The peaceful, thoughtful kind. The only sounds heard are my whispers to you. Already...

When the day is done, and she has done her best, after she lays her head down, for what she knows will be only a brief rest; she rises....

Everyday our little guy dumps his food on the wrong side of the sink. Trying to keep up with his big sisters, but not quite understanding...

Some of us will never make it big. Some of us will never have anything go viral. Some of us may never be truly known by more than a few....

I cringe at perfect. It's hard for me to even fathom. And that's a lot to admit from a (still) recovering perfectionist. There are days...

Sometimes, God has to let us break to piece us back together again. That's what I learned from our dryer today. It still worked. It still...

I have never been one for resolutions. Rarely, do I keep up with them. And truthfully, most of the time, I am just digging to find some...

2020, You were a year. A year the world never expected. But, a year God knew was coming, all along. A year that threatened to break us. A...

It’s a little harder to find it this year, isn’t it? A little harder to find it amidst the thickened darkness. A little harder to see its...

Sunday mornings are for meeting Jesus. That's what so many of us learn. What so many of us try to embrace. Sunday mornings are for...

Have you met it yet? Have you hit it? Have you? Were you already there? Are you there now? Do you feeling it coming? Your breaking point?...

I couldn't get her to stop crying. She was overtired. She was restless. She was completely inconsolable. I tried to let her cry it out...

Sit down with Liz Spenner blogger and creator of Simply Complex Mom as she offers words of support and encouragement for real life moms.