failing, medals, and Bob Goff…
I tell people about Jesus. If there’s one thing that I believe I’m called to do, that’s it. Sure, I could bag groceries or organize a spreadsheet or be a taxi driver, but what really moves me is seeing people transformed by the Truth of God’s...walk it out: joshua 6…
It’s no surprise that I have issues. As a self-diagnosed OCD survivor, I can’t shower in hotel showers without sandals to protect my feet, I won’t sleep with blankets that I don’t know are washed, and I refuse to let anyone sit on my bed with...
you scream, i scream, we all scream for ice cream…
You know those moments when you stand back and say to yourself, This isn’t my life. I don’t know who’s life this is, but it sure ain’t mine. Yes, those moments when crying would take too much energy, so you just have to laugh. That was me on...
breathe details…
For seven years I was a lifeguard. Not like a Baywatch lifeguard or Wendy Peffercorn, but like a 18 year-old college student with leathered skin in a one piece bathing suit. I sat in a lifeguard tower watching over people, ever-ready to rescue or resuscitate those who...
wide awake…
By this point in our friendship [or even by my affinity for big hair], you probably know I L.O.V.E. Dallas. Yup, my love for all things Texas is next level and if I could be rootin’, tootin’, boot wearin’ Texan, I totally would. [Much to Matt’s...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
