Grace + Common Sense.

And sentiments on contentment This song has been on repeat in my head all day today: Forrest Frank’s Lemonade Song (Sorry, not sorry, if it gets stuck in yours . . .) Sweet like sugarcane on a summer day Ain’t my Jesus better than the words I could ever say Promised that the great, the…

But that funny feeling is here again . . . Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year. For a few reasons … September In September 2001 I started to doubt my salvation and embarked on a journey of searching which ended on the last day of the year. And with full assurance. I made…

Maybe? But actually, I don’t really care … Let me tell you something wild–the scale doesn’t make rhyme or reason for me. I can weigh 6 pounds different within minutes. I don’t know, but I don’t want to play that kind of game. The Measure For me, a measure for strength and progress is being…

And it’s literally just full days at home with their babies. It’s already back to the grind again. But I do, in fact, feel refreshed after 11 consecutive days home with my babies. This staycation fell just right on our calendars. There is a time and a place for road trips, house guests, and whatnot–but…

That was the subject line of an email I subscribe to. You better believe I clicked that open right away. And since the day I read the message (it was a Tuesday, I just checked) that line has been playing over and over in my head. Cuz I felt seen. You can read her post…