Building Grateful Nests Rooted in Him
So my daughter has changed her name. To Saffron. Saffron Faith, to be exact. Pumpkin complains about her name SO MUCH and always has. Well, since she realized her name was long and took more time to write than say, her friend Eva. Clearly, Eva wins the name game. We named her after two influential
This week, I witnessed drop off stations for Harvey relief overflowing. Our usual spots, our elementary school and the ALDI, were filled several times over. For a point of reference here, our elementary school is a Title 1 school with almost 70% on free or reduced meals. And I think we can probably all agree,
I am about to do something Southern women simply do not do. Talk about money. On the Rude and Tacky Scale for Southern Women, discussing finances falls somewhere above mismatched Christmas lights on the house and below wearing white after Labor Day. But for the purposes of today’s discussion, I want to be completely transparent
Goodness, y’all. If ever there was a week to say, THANK GOODNESS IT’S FRIDAY, this is it. Because…this week? Ugh. My son has had a rough week. Both kids battled a stomach bug last weekend and Skillet seems to have gotten in a bad habit of not eating. And so he has been complaining about
Oh, friends, my heart is broken witnessing Harvey hitting south Texas. And yet, I cannot help but feel incredibly hopeful. The post I planned for today feels misplaced and out of step when staring down the realities of Harvey in my own state. I remember watching Katrina. We were living in Oklahoma City at the
In 1965, a tall, slender white man with a full head of jet black hair arrived in Selma, Alabama expecting to meet clients during his scheduled appointments to sell hearing aids. RC Hester worked as a traveling salesman and on this particular day in March of 1965, he found himself unable to get to his
Happy Monday, friends! Welcome to the second installment of our kitchen makeover! If you missed the first post, check it out here. In that post, we covered countertops, backsplash, appliances, and lights. Now, we’re moving onto venting the microwave, creating a faux “hood,” building out the cabinets, painting, and completing the farmhouse look. So as a
So this is how the first day of school went for us. We all walked cheerfully and excitedly the half mile between our front door and the door of Pumpkin’s classroom. Then as we entered the school building, my daughter got more reserved, slowed her walk, and eventually stepped into her new classroom head bowed,
Dear Pumpkin, Oh, Sweet Girl, tomorrow you begin a new adventure and a new year in school! Daddy and I are over-the-moon excited about this year. New teacher, new friends, new things to learn and explore. And we feel incredibly grateful God trusted us to walk with you. This summer, we prayed fervently for everyone
This week, I am grateful for teenager Robin. Which sounds incredibly odd, except, if you knew how much I have hated teenage Robin, it would sound more like a kingdom miracle. This past week, I listened to Chrystal Evans Hurst discuss her new book, She’s Still There on one of my favorite podcasts. I saw the