Your past doesn’t define you. It refines you… if you let it. The past few months I keep being reminded of where I come from, the seasons I’ve walked through, the stories I’ve lived, the testimonies I have and the mighty God I serve. I’m a master at making excuses about sharing my stories because..…
“You will fail but it’s ok. It’s your first time being a parent and it’s her first time being a baby. She won’t know what’s right or wrong. Just do your best, love her and everything is going to be ok.” Those words, spoken to me by our pediatrician, were soothing to my ears as…
“Bubblous? Bubblous”, as she’s looking at me with her big blue eyes, tucking on my shirt, pointing to the TV.. “Bubblous, Momma, Bubblous Puppies, Momma.” Well, that was a first. Never before has she ever asked to watch a specific TV show. But it was obvious that she was determined to watch Bubble Guppies. The…
I love people. I enjoy meeting new people and hearing about their life story. I had the pleasure of doing exactly that today. One of the reasons I like to meet people is because I’m always fascinated by the fact that a lot of the stories I hear aren’t much different from mine. Yes,…
Everything is calm and quiet. As I am laying there looking at her tiny little face, feeling every breath she takes on my chest, being completely in awe of her beauty and perfection, I reflect on the past 24 hours. In the background I can hear the faint but beautiful sound of this song “Forever…
The church bell rings. It is six o’clock in the morning. With each step the soles of her stilettos make a new print into the fresh powdered snow that had just fallen overnight. The sun is slowly peaking over the snow-covered mountains on the horizon. The trees look like crystal masterpieces as the rays are…
It’s a beautiful morning. As I sit here enjoying my morning coffee, I find myself pondering over all that has been going on in my mind over the past couple of weeks. And the topic can pretty much be summed up with these few words “You’re about to turn 30 years old.. and what have…
Over the past several days or should I say weeks I have found myself encounter the difficulty of making animal sounds. As I am trying to teach my 10-month old the names and sounds of farm animals I wonder who is more amused by it, she or I. Whenever it comes to the goat I…
Finally, peace! As I plop down on the couch, exhausted, I catch myself smiling at how God communicates to me. I have been chasing my, today, 10-month old daughter around the house, digging potting soil out of her mouth and from underneath her fingernails, closing cabinets behind her, and picking kitty hair out from between…
All of a sudden, woken by a whimper and slight commotion, she’s up. She looks at the clock – 2am, realizing she had only gotten 50 minutes of sleep since her head had last hit the pillow. She grabs the baby and stumbles into the nursery to change the baby and nurse her, desperately…
