When my friend posted this in her stories, a part of me wanted to burrow under a rock. She’s doing a good thing, and my aim is to support her. We share similar dreams for our families, I won’t hide it. So here we are. She’s selling shampoo and I am set up to sell…

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…