Believe
Belief is such a simple thing, however simple, does not make it easy. I’ve found that faith is often something you have to fight to keep, until the things you’ve been hoping for have started to come into view.
All in His Perfect Timing
As I sit here drinking my oh so favorite beverage, coffee, on this very early morning, I’m reflecting on what a whirlwind the last few years have been for us.
Prayers for You
These are the prayers that overtake my heart and soul for you.
The Final Part: My Story
It took me 3 days to tell him how I felt. When I finally did, he explained that he’d felt the same way for quite a while.
Loved
Something about me you may not know; for about half of my life, I struggled with self-hatred. I would beat myself up over the smallest things.
Watch Your Words
Are your words cursing what you’re praying God will bless? Often times we abort the promises of God with our poisonous words, and then we blame Him when we don’t see changes. Or we simply blame the devil for attacking us, when really, it’s our words that opened the gate for destruction.
Freedom Isn't Free
The smell of delicious breads, various meats, and cobblers came from the rows and rows of chuckwagons and filled the air on that hot, humid April day, as we set up our instruments to play for the wounded warriors project, at Fort Sam Houston deep in the hill country of Texas.
Painful Purpose
Seeing the good in everything, does NOT come easy. I’ve been through the darkest of seasons in my own mind. And I’ve learned that pain without a purpose is what will destroy you.
In Spite of it All, the Future is Bright!
As this year is coming to a close, today I find myself caught up in reflection. There were so many good things that happened, and simultaneously some of the worst and most painful times I’ve ever experienced.
Hope as an Anchor
Hope is a beautiful thing. Priceless when you think about it, because hope is what keeps us hanging on in difficult times.
The Price of a Dream; Faith and Farming.
I still remember the way the sun was setting through the trees in my backyard, in April of 2018, when my husband, James, told me we had 2 weeks to move. He was a production manager on a pecan orchard in Arizona, and like most farming jobs, this one came with a house.