The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. Psalm 16:6 I’ve thought a lot about this verse lately. The professor in my counseling skills class gave us an assignment several weeks ago. Counsel yourself for eight weeks in an area that needs attention. It’s no secret. I struggle with boundaries. Saying “no” is so difficult for me………… because... Read more

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Wear The Sash……Own The Title

September 12th, 2016


When someone you love is competing for Miss America, you have to do something to celebrate the night! And when she wins the “America’s Choice Award”, your house is immediately filled with screaming!! We are so proud of you, Laura Jones, and we love you so much! You won the crown in our eyes, and we’re so proud of how you’re allowing God to shine through... Read more

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Friday morning I’ll kiss this beautiful redheaded baby girl goodbye and fly nearly a thousand miles away. I’ve gotten so used to the touch and smell of her sweet little skin that it’s hard to imagine how I’ll ever leave. I know I have to go home,  but I also know this………………… part of my heart will stay in Texas. ________________ That’s the thing about love. ________________... Read more


The Beauty of Unwrapped Gifts

September 1st, 2016


Still tied with a beautiful ribbon, the birdbath caught my eye this morning as I walked through our backyard. I could almost hear God whispering, Gifts should be fully unwrapped, Tammy………….not just staked in the ground. I stopped and for the first time since receiving this birthday gift from a lifelong friend, I truly appreciated its beauty. Holding water poured from Heaven not from me, it patiently stood... Read more

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I sat in the grass with Olivia’s dog, waiting for her soccer scrimmage to begin. Tiny sweat bees danced around my legs and a warm breeze blew through my hair. It was quiet here, just below the sport’s fields on OCU’s campus, and I was thankful for a few minutes to simply soak in the moment. That’s when I noticed the softball, like a forgotten Easter egg, hiding... Read more

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The attic seemed to be calling their names. Covered in dust and rarely discussed, these symbols of victory (or at least participation) seemed to have served their purpose in our family’s story. ___________________ But when my husband heard my plan, he vetoed it with two sweet and heartfelt sentences, “You can’t do that. I look at those trophies every time I walk by.” I could see the sentiment in... Read more

I have to preface this post with a keen awareness of all the beautiful women who are not on this road of motherhood either by choice or by reasons far from your control. I love you. I want you to know your role in this world is just as significant and treasured. My dear friend Salina at www.heartreflected.com has some powerful words for you if you’re struggling... Read more

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As my nephew walked along the creek’s edge in search of crawdads or any other creature he could possibly scoop up in his net, I watched from a few feet below. My own boys – now all grown up – seemed to appear in the form of his innocent little figure. Stumbling along. Soaking up nature. The sight nearly took my breath away. I’d been to... Read more