There are things, as a believer, that I question. The other night I took the three oldest monsters to the beach to watch the sunset and Bot Bot and I were sitting on a giant log chatting about life. We talked about faith, my girl and I. And most importantly that you are likely raised under a certain faith (or not) but at some point in your life you come to a crossroads where you choose to believe and not just go through the motions, or you choose to turn your back on what you’ve been taught.
I nearly never get dessert cereal. Cap’n Crunch and Lucky Charms are reserved for date night and babysitters. They are special occasion breakfast for dinner boxes that don’t grace our […]
About a year ago Shape magazine randomly showed up in my mailbox. I hadn’t ordered it and according the the credit card people at my bank, I hadn’t been charged […]
My bible study has been focusing on the Priscella Schriver study “Armor of God” and for the last 2 weeks we’ve stayed on the chapter of faith. Last week I […]
I woke up thinking about adoption. It’s funny, lately I’ve been dreaming about it, the topic heavy on my heart and intersecting all that I do. A few weeks ago, […]