My letter to The Guy Who Stole My Car Remember that one time I got my car stolen? Like 2 months ago? Would you believe me if I told you that I still don't have my car back? It was stuck at the dealership for like 8 weeks waiting to see if the warranty would … Continue reading An Open Letter To The Guy Who Stole My Car
Holy week. A week we remember why grace is so amazing. It was Good Friday. And I was deeply grieved. I was making lunch and asked Charlie to get my computer from upstairs. He grabbed it, put it on the sink (about to fall in), and I found the cord left haphazardly left across my … Continue reading The Amazing Thing About Grace
This is a letter I wrote to an older "Olivia" but it was inspired by someone who struggles with fearing she won't go to heaven out of the worry she will make the wrong decisions. This letter is for her... and for others who may feel like her.
Santa is a struggle at our house. We don't teach our children about the commercialized Santa Clause. However, in the world we live in, Santa is everywhere. So we need to talk about him. The day after Christmas, we were talking about the North Pole, and Charlie told me that Santa lived there. I responded … Continue reading My Finest Mommy Moment
Have you ever felt like you are existing and not really living? Are there parts of your life that feel dead? Is your grave fear, insecurity, or disbelief? There is one answer.
What is your biggest weakness? Or maybe your greatest seeming failure, or unconfessed sin right now. Name it. I can tell you my most dreaded one. I won’t, but I will tell you that it is the weakness that is pointed out to me the most, the weakness that I have come the farthest in, and the weakness that I have the farthest to grow in. This is the weakness that brought me to a sobbing mess last week, because I couldn’t handle the weight of the burden that this had become.
Grace came at a cost, but I wasn't treating it like that. I treated His good grace like it was “plan b” for my life. A door prize that you threw away right when you got home. I am so thankful that I don't live in Old Testament days, because I am pretty sure that I would be in exile. Instead He meets me with breakfast on a beach.