Hidden In My Heart

This has been a year of transition. Transitions stretch me. . . Which is my polite way of saying that I hate them. Last weekend, Sier...

Yesterday, this sweetheart turned 16. 16. The stage where a momma starts counting backward rather than forward. 2 more birthdays und...

Each morning, I rise by 5:15 am.  I spend the dark hours, the only time in which my home is silent, with Jesus.  And it sustains me. In a...

This morning, I paraded into church about 1 minute late, with three of my children in tow.  Only moments before, Chad had gotten called ou...

I woke up this morning at 4 am in a cold sweat, my heart racing, my entire body alert with anxiety.  Knowing I would never be able to roll o...

Of all the things I have done in my lifetime, homeschooling Joshua is the hardest.  I do not say that to whine and complain, it is simply a ...

Because I am a glutton for punishment, I recently agreed to let my kids do some bedroom swapping.  Brenna has always had the smallest room o...