I grew up culturally Baptist and Pentacostal. Being part of Christian culture means certain evangelical mentalities and tenets become second nature to you, even if you don’t much understand what you’re memorizing. As children we learned that, “…God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son so that whosoever believeth in him … Continue reading Forgiveness Is The Work We Don’t Talk Enough About
*Today I am sharing a post from two years ago; the first holiday without my mom.* December 19th, 7:30am. 24 degrees Fahrenheit. Sleet covered the valley starting yesterday. About 5 years ago we got snow on Christmas. When the temperatures started dropping yesterday, for a moment I hoped we'd have a white Christmas. I guess … Continue reading Throwback Post: I Wish I Had A River
Today I'm revisiting an old post from two years ago. I hope it resonates with you. 54 degrees on November 26th. The attic conversion upstairs is poorly insulated and chilly. I climb creaky, cracking wooden steps through a narrow passage that I use as a party trick to scare small children who visit our home. … Continue reading Throwback Post – The Hard Parts
The anniversary of this blog launch snuck up on me. I've been writing away here on the blog for two years now and sometimes it feels sort of unreal. I've gone back and forth with pouring a lot of time and effort into it, and then not putting as much into it, but at the … Continue reading My Two Year Blogiversary!
I'd had a couple of great months. Over the summer I hadn't posted much here on the blog because most of my PR and other micro-influencer type work had kept me occupied over on Instagram, but this fall I came back to blogging with greater fervor and it has been so rewarding to do so. … Continue reading The Deep Well of Grief
Today is the two year anniversary of my mother's passing. Leading up to her death-iversary is always difficult. It was made even more difficult by the fight we had with Virginia the last few weeks. I felt like I barely had time to prepare my heart for the incoming surge of grief. I had to … Continue reading I’m Not Sorry
On the one year anniversary of my cousin's death, his older sister wrote that the French version of "I miss you", translates to, "you are missing from me." She shared that this is how she feels about her little brother since his passing. He is missing from our lives. And while the pain dulls a … Continue reading You Are Missing From Me