My littlest babe is cutting a mouth full of teeth. My almost 4yr old also loves to come visit us in the middle of the night – you know, just to say hi. The sleep deprivation is strong over here. Some days I get up and feel awesome . . . some days I get up
Remembering that Heaven is my home. And when I’m praying over my kids I’m going to speak the language of Heaven. I’m not going to ‘worry’ my prayers, I’m going to speak the reality of God’s perspective. I’m going to speak blessings over them. I’m going to feed their spirits with fuel that they’ll need
Today I went for a quick food shop with my four kids. And by quick I mean slow. When we reached the checkout, we were dipping into nap time, and my two youngest were on the brink of meltdown zone. I guess I missed the conversation where the kids decided sitting on the edge of
A couple years ago I had a long struggle with fear. I feared that I was making bad decisions. I feared that I was missing my calling. I feared that I was going to be left out of important stuff in life. I feared dying. I feared watching my children die. I feared worst case scenario