Ok, I lied. I’m sorry! It’s not totally about Garth Brooks. I will talk about him later though. But I’m glad I got your attention. Now that you’re here… Let me drop a scripture on you real quick. It’s one that you’ve heard a lot, I’m sure. I realized, today, that it’s often used in … Continue reading This is a post about Garth Brooks
“It seemed like all I ever wanted was to prove I was better than the way you treated me. I wanted the satisfaction of knowing that the tables would turn and life would prove you were wrong about me or, at least, I was right to believe in you. I invested so much of my … Continue reading An Open Letter
If you were to make a list of the people in your life that you needed to forgive, could you be honest? Would your list have two names? 20? None? How many of those people are family members? The family dynamics in Colossians 3:18-21 is God’s perfect plan. You can call me old-fashioned, sexist, barefoot … Continue reading Forgiveness??
Alright y’all. I didn’t know that “Dry January” was a thing until a few days ago. I had unknowingly participated. Let me tell you about it….. Today marks a month of no alcohol for me. My decision to stop drinking didn’t stem (wine…you see what I did there) from a “problem” per se. At least … Continue reading Dry January?
Over the past 2 weeks, I’ve seen this phrase in the most random places. Trust the Process. Let me explain. This Sunday marked my first full week on competition prep. It was harder than I thought it would be. The workout part is no big deal. That’s the easiest part of the whole thing. The … Continue reading Trust the Process
Y’all know how I live to over-share. Today is no different than any other day. Excerpt it’s totally different. But not for me. Today was a typical Monday for me. Got to work, excited to start my day. Around 11:00, fall into a hole of self-deprecation. 11:15, feel sad. 11:30, beat myself up a little … Continue reading A Case of the Monday’s
I want to give a quick backstory before I get into the meat of this post. In case you didn’t know, in July of 2015, I was pregnant with my son, Elisha. A week before I delivered him, my then-husband was arrested and didn’t come home for 2 years, leaving me to raise our family … Continue reading I Couldn’t Think of a Clever Title