I love singing. It’s on my list of hobbies. I pride myself in my ability to turn any situation into a song, and bashfully claim that this super power of mine is proof that I’m ready to be a mom. (Because doesn’t every mom turn everything into a song?) I’m finding the joy of discovering… Continue reading He’s in the Waiting

Streams of water bounce off my palette and spray everywhere as I hold it under the faucet to rinse the excess paint. As I watch the splotches and watered-down mixtures of magenta, manganese, and naples spin down the drain, my heart clenches – I hate wasting. I had tried to force the gooey blobs back… Continue reading Naples.

Sometimes revelations from God come instantly and almost knock me off my feet. Other times, however, revelations from Him are like the drops of water that fall on the sculpture in Veronica Roth’s Allegiant. (Excuse this teensy rabbit trail, but) In the novel, Tris stops to stare at a large slab of stone positioned underneath a… Continue reading The Orphan in Me

I don’t have any statistics to offer You. I have no impressive numbers. I have earned no remarkable testimonies. All I have is my heart. It’s neither pure nor blameless. It rages within me. I feel torn in half. The battle exhausts me, physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. So, here I am in this valley.… Continue reading All I Have