I am an extroverted introvert. Yes. You read that correctly, even if you had to read it 3 times. I am this. This is me. My social excitement and love for humans may quickly place me in that box of extroverts who lives for the lime light, when in reality, my introverted self just desperately … Continue reading Diary of an extroverted introvert.
The beauty of a sunset is one of my most precious gifts from this earthly world. It illuminates the sky and brings relief from a long days heat. It offers a gentle breeze and a majestic mystery of how the sky can display such vibrant colors. These must be the colors of heaven, this must … Continue reading After the sun sets… (grief and loss)
Loneliness is such an isolating feeling. That's not breaking news, I know. The word mom and loneliness should be an oxymoron but they do in fact coexist, wrestle and sit at the same table. For me as a mom, loneliness has many faces. There is physical loneliness, which I'm happy to admit I actually asked … Continue reading Loneliness Has No Limits
There I sat. Confused, in shock, devastated. It had been confirmed a few hours prior that my son's heartbeat had stopped beating in my womb. Why? How? I fell to my knees, cried, sobbed, pleaded with this God I had blindly turned to my whole life and just cried out "why?". I am not sure … Continue reading My Darkest Hour
Hope in a world of Hate. Hate over each other, hate over ourselves. How do we find hope when the world seems relentless to deal us a bad hand or a difficult day. How do we feel hope when we see so much injustice, hurt and tension on the news, at our schools and in … Continue reading Hope
I love looking at words and dissecting them. I love when I see multiple words in one, as if this word was never meant to just mean one thing. Never meant to be put in a box of exclusivity. When I see community, I see commune, defined as a group of people living together, sharing … Continue reading Community…commune…unity…
Home. This is a word so many of us take for granted, waste away, and become entitled to. But home is a gift, home is a chance. A chance for hope to breath into your life. A chance for dreams to be created. A chance for love to be shared. After experiencing several miscarriages I … Continue reading Home, foster care….faith