Maybe the Girl Scouts had it right. Sometimes you need to find a new tribe. “Make new friends and keep
I think it’s because I know how fortunate we are I feel guilty even saying I want to go back to work, as if having that desire makes me an awful mom.
There is no part of your story that He cannot redefine. There is nothing too broken for God to reweave and redeem.
Sometimes it can be so easy to reflect on all that we’re up against rather than all that brought us here.
Your people want to help, but they don’t know how if you don’t ask. Let’s be the type of family, believer, and friend that shares our crazy and loves each other out of theirs.
Let’s have patience with awkward beginnings and recognize that, as in all things, growing solid friendships and communities takes time.
I can’t share my story because it’s not edgy enough. It’s not relatable or powerful or polished with the perfect quotes at the perfect time.
The first person to pray for us was the driver of the Mack truck we collided with.
I tried to not get too worked up about what it would look like if no one showed up; but thinking about what a thirty-year-old sitting in her driveway at her failed lemonade stand would look like was not a pretty picture.
Some people we meet change the course of our lives. Michelle was one of those people.
