Like Jacob, Like Jesus
Happy Father's Day to the man of my dreams. I couldn't have asked for a better father for our children. I know no better way to honor you...
Happy Father's Day to the man of my dreams. I couldn't have asked for a better father for our children. I know no better way to honor you...
Heavy and Holy If I had to sum up the #transformtoredeem19 journey, it would be best described by the revelation of the two words above....
If you haven’t heard me talk about it yet, each December I faithfully pray that God would reveal a word that will be my focus for the...
If you've made it this far, you're probably planning your own trip to Kauai. But the best it YET TO COME. Day 8 will forever go down as...
You might be wondering where I have been the past month. The truth is that I have been busy disconnecting and being present with my...
To the father of my son... I see you modeling what it means to be a Godly man. Every. Single. Day. I see you on the floor, building...
This is the first post in a four part series on bold prayer. While I could write an entire book on God’s answered prayers, I have chosen...
One of the biggest lies that Satan tells us is that our dreams will never come to fruition, so why try? Even when determining whether or...
I love reading people’s posts about how they got together. While it is still semi-fresh in my mind, I want to do a post about us. So here...
My tattoo. This tattoo has so much meaning to me. I feel like one day I will want to look back on this and remember everything this...
I have always loved summer. When Jacob and I were in high school, we spent all day everyday swimming, date nights, and parties. It was a...
The past month or so we were dealing with a lot. School, family, no time for friends, fun, or each other. The good news is we are so...
My house, my car, my purse, my life is a disaster. This is strictly because it is finals week. I read on another blog that a couple had...
Jacob is home..and I am sitting in our room. BY MYSELF! This is not ideal. I hate school. More importantly I hate when my husband has to...