What the Cross Means to a Tired Mama
There are piles of laundry to be washed and folded, and sticky spots are scattered upon the kitchen floor. The…
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There are piles of laundry to be washed and folded, and sticky spots are scattered upon the kitchen floor. The…
My mother turned 61 on the 17th … a St. Patty’s baby. Raised on a Kansas farm, an educator by…
Last Friday I had one of those days. Perhaps you know the kind … when pressures and concerns weigh heavy,…
I currently have a few fun things brewing, and today I wanted to pop in to share just a quick…
Last week, I treated my daughters to breakfast at a local restaurant. As I was filling my coffee cup—the baby…
This past weekend my son went to spend some time with my in-laws and his cousins. We sent him two…
Tiny Legos litter the floor, and miniature dinner plates adorn my table. I match pint-sized socks and fold little pairs…
Somewhere, in a house with walls and a roof very similar to the place you and I call home, there…
You were due January 3; our surprise baby number three and the manifestation of God’s goodness. The week before your…
She came running in the other night with red, swollen eyes and tear stains on her cheeks. It had been…
I called my husband a few weeks ago on the brink of tears. It was 6:15 pm, and those long…
Reminder: TODAY is the last day to enter the contest for the Greek Key bracelets! I’ll announce the winner on…