When I was a disobedient brat, and my Father answered with His perfect grace.
“You’re killing your hair.”
If there’s any time I need God’s grace, it’s when I am mustering up faith in Him taking care of me.
There’s nowhere we can go in this world where we will find another human being that has lived the exact same situations as us.
Before March of 2008, I thought I was alive.
I was 25, engaged to my best friend, and looking forward to our life together with excitement. I had friends, family, and a job I loved. I had a home, I travelled, I had the means with which to live the life I sought after.
I thought I was alive. Until I learned how to live.
As a child, my mother always made such a point to take great care of my teeth.
I was cavity-free and livin’ it up until that first pregnancy.
If you’ve ever been forgiven for something or loved even though you haven’t been the best version of yourself, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
It’s the one thing any of us ever need to both give and to receive: grace.
This isn’t something that just happens. In fact, it’s quite purposeful.
There are habits that grace-giving people do each day, and because God’s grace is something we’re given no matter what, it only makes sense that we, too adopt the following:
There’s just something about a headboard that makes the entire space of a master bedroom look cozy. Complete. Put together.
The only problem we had was choosing one that fit our style.
Oh, and that didn’t cost a fortune.
Thankfully, an idea came to mind after seeing some Pinspiration and watching some home renovation shows.
There was hope!
If you’ve never been a parent, there’s no way I can possibly explain that kind of love.
These three words will literally never be applied to my natural skin tone.
One winter break in college, I worked for a company that sold all things smelly-good. Lotions, candles, soaps.
Your home wasn’t complete until every sink in the house donned your favorite scent. You couldn’t visit someone without smelling of vanilla or cucumbers or apple pie when you left.
Since then, we know a little more about what we’re buying when we give in to the gimmicks and the desire to smell like a cookie after using the restroom.
It’s so weird, isn’t it?
How we call a “change of heart” something that refers to a sudden act.
Search no further.
The deodorant we’ve been waiting for has finally arrived.
Pride: a feeling or deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements, of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired.
Why would anyone want to get rid of a pleasurable feeling?
“Momma! I’m hungry!”
“Me, too, Momma! For reals!”
I look at the clock feeling slightly unsure as to why they would be wanting-wait a minute!
As a little girl, I used to daydream about motherhood.
What would it be like, I wondered from as far back as I can remember, to be the mommy?
How I hoped I could be like my own mother.
Once upon a time…
I thought there would never be a dishwasher detergent that actually got my dishes clean.
You know…company-is-coming-over -this-is-not-a-drill clean.
However, once I realized it wasn’t the dishwasher’s fault (installing a new dishwasher is a great way of figuring this out for sure), I started the search.
I guess my first clue that there was something really wrong was when Continue reading “Nasty Dish Lady”
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