Patience. Yall. On the imaginary scale that measures patience with 10 being Corrie Ten Boom and 1 being a six year old on Christmas morning I’m going to put myself at a solid 1.5, hovering just slightly above a small child, grasping for my dignity. I am SO not patient. Let me give you … Continue reading Patience →

Friday’s are magic. I am slower, more relaxed, time spreads out in front of me like an open winding mountain road, one you drive with the windows rolled down, your hand out the window, the wind moving it up and down. I walk slowly with Mabry out of the pre-school, I wait for her by … Continue reading Friday Magic →

The Resistance I’m learning about this thing called resistance. It’s this force that is keeping you from doing what you’re called to do, what you know deep down you should be doing. Instead, you are wiping out your kitchen sink for the thousandth time, you are folding laundry, you are scrolling on your phone. That’s … Continue reading The Resistance →