For When All You Can Do Is Fake It

For When All You Can Do Is Fake It

I value transparency. It is important to me that I be authentic and that what you see with me be the true picture. And so in that vein, I have a confession to make: I fake it a lot. I’m not a fake person. You can’t really be transparent and fake. But...
Days of Grace

Days of Grace

Some nights it’s all I can do to make it downstairs before I cry. Some days are so much longer than my patience…so much tougher than my spirit…so much harder than I dreamed. Sometimes I can’t bear the thought of another day, let alone...
My Little Piece of the Puzzle

My Little Piece of the Puzzle

I mentioned recently that I’m starting some new blogging endeavors, and said that I would tell you more about that soon. It’s all still kind of gelling together in my mind, and I’m still not exactly certain where I’m going or what I’m...
When We Watch Each Other

When We Watch Each Other

She looked particularly cute that morning – more grown up somehow than the day before, even – and I wanted a quick picture before we got into the car to head to school. As she leaned over on the kitchen counter to begrudgingly humor my request, she smiled...
The Coming Kingdom

The Coming Kingdom

Last night, too late in the evening, before I turned off the light to go to sleep, I checked Facebook. I It’s a bad habit that I try not to indulge, but last night I found myself perusing my newsfeed and notifications. As I did so, I was reminded of one reason...