This was the scene last night of a mighty, mighty battle… …a little boy taking on the world with his strong will and terrible threes… …a...

A mama stays up late to set it all down... Ask just about any mama, and she’ll tell you—even if she falls asleep sitting up on the...

Sometimes, being a mama means not wanting to do one more thing. It means passing up a sink full of dishes, over and over, and over...

Within 28 hours of this photo being taken... I watched my baby have an asthma attack. I walked into the ER just before 2:00 AM. I caught...

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

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

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...

Sometimes, I leave God in the dust. Sometimes, the childlike excitement of life surges through my veins, and I bound ahead. Sometimes, my...

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...

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...

Oh, some days I think the sound will absolutely do me in. The gritty crunch and crack. The dozens of crushed pieces. Underfoot and...

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...

"You have it backwards, you know?" He said sternly. Stopped me right in my walking tracks. As I paused and found myself entranced with...

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...

Before the need for perfect, there was simple. Oh, so completely simple. A stable. Wooden manger. An exhausted new mother. A terrified...

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 never knew when I took this photo. I never knew. How could I have? At only eight years old. I am not really sure why I even took the...