In 2015, in Swaziland, Africa; I saw her for the very first time. So full of life, promise, and love. Time had obviously been working against her, but that didn't matter. She walked with a certain grace and posture that very few people have. She had been called by the Father and she planned on … Continue reading I Applaud Your Rejection
_______This blog was written when I was deciding whether to stay in Swaziland______ What do you do when you want to go back to things that are familiar. Things that are comfortable. Things that you have no problem succeeding in. Things that are not going to challenge you. What do you do when you want … Continue reading I’ll Stay
"Life isn’t about my never-ending to-do lists or my desire to check all the things off my checklist by the end of the day. It's about connection, it's about growth, it's about being present right where you are, surrounded by people who you love and who need you to be the not-so-perfect, struggling-to-hit-the-mark you, who God created."
"Less of me Father and more of You" I murmur as the tears roll down my face making smeared puddles on the slightly uneven tile.
An additional 52 weeks frolicking with mistakes, meeting with disaster, disappointing others, causing heartbreak, missing the mark, and allowing some dreams to pass. It’s another occasion to present and receive grace, and in all this year’s craziness grace will be momentous.
There’s a monumental difference between a caregiver and the woman who has given birth to a child. Here in Swaziland, countless days, I am responsible for the lives of fifteen individuals and with great tenacity, I make sure the girls are executing or fulfilling what can sporadically be a never-ending list of chores, responsibilities, and … Continue reading I Long To Be A Mama
One day I will not need alarms to remind me to pray for myself, my friends, my husband, my children, ministries abroad, my church, or anything else. It will one day intertwine it’s self in the normalcy of everyday life, but until that day I will continue enjoying my alarm going off at 12:30pm and a 5 year old telling me “Auntie BB it’s time to pray for you husband.”