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.
I Long To Be A Mama
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
Alarm Clocks and Sticky Notes
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.”
Runway Of Destiny 