Are YOU Made For More?

I crave greatness. My appetite to achieve, accomplish, do, perform—it is insatiable. For a large part of my life, I had little awareness that character and internal growth was part of that process, and something to be valued.

Dear Mom, Don’t Quit

I have spent the last 55 straight days baking in my kitchen. There’s been tie-dying in my front yard, and TikToking in my living room. Dear mom, I’m not a cook. In fact, I am not even the sort of gal that finds the kitchen all that life-giving. Most of my time in the galley growing up was spent cleaning up.

Parenting in Quarantine

Let me start by saying this is not a broad-brush approach to how you should or could or even want to raise your kids in a time that none of us can escape.

I’m Bored: Things to do with Tweens & Teens in Quarantine

I’m sure you’ve heard it said a time or two in the recent weeks, oh wait, month. “I’m bored.” My response, “Me too!” While I must admit I don’t miss my job as uber mom in this season of parenting, less extra curricular activities have left large gaps of time throughout our day.

The Good in Death

“We got this!” I proclaimed as my family ventured out on our first of what has become our daily walk in quarantine. In the moments after shelter in place was broadcasted nation wide, I felt surrounded. For the past year there has been a gradual stripping of my life’s “works”.

When Your Jeans Don’t Fit

I put on a pair of jeans today. Second time in, well, I’m not sure how long. I’m considering this a win! Four weeks in quarantine and my jeans still fit.

Hope for your Home

I was walking my dog in the neighborhood we had been renting. I stood at the top of a hill to catch my breath and looked up.

“God, if we are going to be able to buy a house here—you’re going to have to give it to us.”

Hope for Your Head

“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.” 1 Peter 5:7

Your brain and body are a complex communication network, and what influences change is a flow of information from a combination of sources, both conscious and subconscious, hard- and soft-wired.

Hope for Your Health

My heart raced. I laid in my bed, eyes staring wide at the ceiling. “Breathe Jen, breathe.” I took off my socks and threw off the covers. Beads of sweat began to drip from my forehead. Inhale hope, exhale fear. “You know what is truth Jen, meditate there.” It was brief. Maybe five to seven minutes. Just a little panic that set in as I wondered, “Is my Addie at risk?”

Hope for Your Heart

How’s your heart? Sad, lonely, panicked, unsettled at peace. Perhaps a mixed bag of all at any given time. I recently read a post, because well, we are all scrolling a little more in our “spare time,” and it put my heart a little more at rest.