Finding My Lane

I once had someone tell me that the best thing I had to offer this world was a pretty face. And for most of my days since, I’ve believed that lie. You said I’d never be a leader You said I’d never wear a crown If I wanted to be someone I should learn to…

Resisting Resistance

As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve been struggling a bit with the feeling that I am not walking in my purpose.  I know that seems like I’m painting my uncertainty with a broad brush, but it’s the best way I can explain it.  I am surrounded by people who are clearly walking according to…

Naming My Shame

Nightmares are the worst.  At 39, I still have some that have the capacity to make me sweat.  On the rare occasion that it happens to one of the littles, they almost always climb into our bed for comfort.  The first thing I tell them to do is explain the dream with their words.  Tell…

Fundraising for Life

I can remember the exact moment I found out that I was pregnant with my first child.  I sat in the living room of a co-worker and stared at the stick in astonishment, trying to mask my terror at what lay ahead.  I was too ashamed to walk the green mile to the drug store…

Resolving to Love

For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat. I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink. I was a stranger in your land and you invited me in. ~Matthew 25:35 One of my New Year’s resolutions was to get my kids more involved in serving our community. After seeing some…

Africa Part 1: Healing Faith Uganda

It all started when my friend Jess decided to fly to Uganda one summer to serve “the least of these” (Matthew 25:40). That was five years, one adoption, and many touched lives ago. Jessica fell in love with Uganda and it’s people and decided then and there that she would be back every year to…

New Orleans to Entebbe

I have the distinct honor of doing life with a remarkable friend named Jessica.  Jess and her husband have been a huge influence in our decision to adopt, because we were able to be a part of the fundraising for the adoption of their son, Solomon, from Uganda. We were deeply moved by their experience…

Where is the Water Coming From?

So Karen and I are doing a bible study called “Freedom” at our church this summer and I’ve had a breakthrough that I feel may help others who struggle like me. I am typing raw right now and this may not flow perfectly so I apologize, but you will see why.   I’ve realized that I’ve given…