The Messiest of Beginnings

The Messiest of Beginnings

This past New Year’s Eve I found myself, once again, incredulously staring a new year in the face. My news feed was inundated with year-end reviews and predictions for the new year. Friends had selected (and found time to write about!) their “words of the...

The Business of #ReclaimingBeauty

If you’ve known me long, you know that I simply adore the way God takes the messiest parts of our lives – those parts that we want to keep hidden in dark obscurity – and redeems them into unimaginable beauty. ViBella Jewelry believes in the way God...

When Love Stoops Down

It’s been pretty clear to us since my daughter learned to walk that she has hoarder tendencies. From the time she coordinated her eyes and her hands and learned to close her fingers around things, she has always been clutching something in her little fists. When...

A Road For Me

When I was a freshman in college, part of our orientation packet included a course catalog. Between the blue and white covers of that book was the road map to get any student through any course of study: political science, veterinary medicine, early childhood...

Going To Battle

Hello, friends – I hope you are well, and that your Thanksgiving holiday was filled with joy and light and laughter. Laughter is such medicine to weary hearts and souls, and I think so much of what ails our spirits would be healed if we found time and space to...

Into Deeper Waters: Pause To Remember

My eyes brimmed with tears, and I struggled to focus on the computer screen in front of me. I lifted my hands from the keyboard and covered my face, my chest heaving with sobs and emotions pouring forth from the deep recesses of my memory. I had a speaking engagement...
Today and Tomorrow

Today and Tomorrow

We’re nearly three months into the school year, and I still feel like I’m pretending. We’ve gone from the blistering heat of August to the cool, leaf-blowing breezes of October, and I still don’t feel like this is real. For ten weeks now...

In Defense of the Big Picture

She said it was okay, but it wasn’t. She said she forgave me, but I couldn’t forgive myself. She never seemed to give it another thought, but it was enough to keep me awake that night. It had been “tacky night” at our church’s nighttime...