Building Grateful Nests Rooted in Him
Father, we come, I come, today, with a heavy heart and a burdened soul for the women waiting for you to grow their family. I come longing for complete healing and restoration for their heavy hearts and burdened souls and the weight of the emptiness of their arms. Lord, we know this: You are good.
Confession, we are deep into the college football season and, well, we love football around here so I’m gonna beg your forgiveness for the photos with shakers and team analogies and too much Aubie. Pinky promise, I did not start off this post about the Do’s and Don’t of Being Infertile with football in mind
I started dance classes at the geriatric age of 10. That’s even older now then it was then. We moved from Montgomery to Birmingham the summer before I turned ten and I went from an average kid in one city to the weird new girl in the other. In Montgomery, I wore Lee jeans and
Friends, the holiday season is upon us. When social media fills with adorable babies in really hot costumes, families in the pumpkin patch, Thanksgiving lists and hashtags, and then our mailboxes overflow with cards displaying smiling facing of families in their Christmas Card best. And it is so lovely and beautiful. But it is also
This week, we taught our little two-year-olds about King Nebuchadnezzar. Well, we left out some parts. Such as him eating grass like an ox and growing claws like eagles. That seemed a bit much for the two’s. But Skillet got the full story and his absolute favorite part was the eating grass. Bless. Boys. I
Friday night, Saffron and Dr set out for a date night attending the college wind symphony concert. Saffron wore a dress I’d bought her that day during a local thrift store shopping trip. It was a full size (and a half, even though I realize that’s not a thing) too big ensuring the dress touched
Yesterday, I stood in worship with my church praying and pleading and praising the Lord for our small gifts, our little baskets of five loaves and two fish, our lunch money, being given at the foot of our King. Around me, my fellow church members stood, hands open, ready to give of their little and
Y’all, it’s been a rough week. I’ve had the plague and Saffron has had a serious case of the Snarkies. Some weeks are just like that, right? Things are off physically, the kids seem out of sorts for heaven only knows why, and we just can’t manage to get back on track. These are the
Last Thursday, I stepped out and did the thing God asked me to do last spring. Teach children. As the teachers were preparing for the first day, we were asked to share our worst and best day in our lives. That seems incredibly big, right? So most of us shared our worst and best from
Saffron came home with a new set of sight words last week. Her teacher created this adorable folder with a side that reads, “Words to I need to work on” and “Words I know” on the other side. The folder is purple which is all kinds of Saffron’s jam. As we were getting ready to