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A couple of years ago when I was visiting my parents, my little sister Danielle came by the house and brought the five kids she was nannying with her. (Yes, I said five kids. And did I mention they were all under the age of 10 at the time? Clearly my sister is a special kind of human.)
Read MoreMy opinion on Mondays changes from week to week. Some weeks, I really like Mondays. They’re a fresh start to a new week. They’re a chance to get organized and plan for all the tasks and events the next seven days hold. They’re a good excuse to have a second iced coffee without any self-judgment. Those kinds of Mondays are great. But sometimes, Mondays aren’t so great. Sometimes they’re overwhelming. Sometimes they come with mile long to-do lists, piled-up laundry, an empty fridge, and a jam-packed calendar staring you in the face, making you wonder how you’re going to have time to get everything taken care of.
Read MoreI was going through some of my old journals and writings today looking for ideas of what to write this devotion about, and I came across an entry that made me smile and convicted me all at the same time.
Read MoreOne day while I was working from home, my little sister Danielle came by the house and brought the five kids she nannied with her. (Yes, I said five kids. And did I mention they’re all under the age of 10? Clearly my sister is a special kind of human.)
Read MoreMy opinion on Mondays changes from week to week. Some weeks, I really like Mondays. They’re a fresh start to a new week. They’re a chance to get organized and plan for all the tasks and events the next seven days hold. They’re a good excuse to have a second iced coffee without any self-judgment. Those kinds of Mondays are great. But sometimes, Mondays aren’t so great. Sometimes they’re overwhelming. Sometimes they come with mile long to-do lists, piled-up laundry, an empty fridge, and a jam-packed calendar staring you in the face, making you wonder how you’re going to have time to get everything taken care of.
Read MoreLast night while my boyfriend was preaching to his youth group, he made this statement: It’s okay to be dependent on God. It was such a simple sentence, but it’s been weighing on my since he said it last night. You see, I love the feeling of independence. I love being self-sufficient. And I love knowing that I can take care of myself and figure things out for myself.
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