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Day 21 :: When the world says “No”, a Guest Post from Martha Kimball
Today I have the privilege of introducing you to Martha. I ‘met’ Martha through Instagram when I instantly fell in love with her pictures/words that she shares in her feed. I then discovered her blog, Everything He Gives, and have enjoyed reading Martha’s writing over the past few months. A little bit about Martha: Martha’s heart is split between the wild mountains of…
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Day 20 :: Know your limits
It’s taken me almost 34 years to figure out that I have limits. Surprising? Maybe. But perhaps all women struggle with this from time to time. In the spirit of being helpful or others-focused, we can quickly fill our schedules with all sorts of things and become overwhelmed. Sometimes we push our limits because we want to meet some sort…
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Day 19 :: You’re free to be You, not Me
Today, I have the privilege of introducing you to my friend Heather. She’s one of the first people I met at our church here in Virginia, and we instantly connected over mutual friends in South Carolina and our passion for writing/blogging/love for deep conversations. Here’s a little about Heather: Heather Davis Nelson (M.A.) is a writer, counselor, and speaker…
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Day 18 :: Even on the hard days, God is faithful
“I thought today was going to be relaxing.” Mallory, my almost six year old, said this to me as she watched me scrubbing the three dozen eggs that had been cracked all over the kitchen floor yesterday. Five minutes of being unattended and my youngest two can find the most interesting ways to occupy their time. Often this means a big…
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Day 17 :: So, you want pink hair?
The first time my girls saw someone with pink hair they couldn’t stop staring. And it wasn’t very long after that encounter that both of them told me they wanted to dye their hair pink. Um, what? I guess I thought this might happen in the teenage years, but it wasn’t something I had expected from my then three and four…
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Day 16 :: When you can’t do it on your own
This morning started off like most others. The alarm went off, I hit snooze, and finally rolled out of bed. I made the coffee and settled into my chair for my morning Bible reading and prayer time. About thirty seconds later Jennavieve stumbled down the steps, at 5:45, and greeted me with a grumpy face and a whiny voice. …
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Day 15 :: You are Beautiful
My Dearest Daughters, From the moment you were each born Daddy and I looked into your crying faces and thought you were beautiful. Even with eyes that were barely open, matted down hair and wrinkly-pink skin, we were smitten. We will always find you beautiful. And we will tell you. We will compliment your appearance. We will encourage you to look your…
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Day 14 :: The day I visited the Nester, on insecurity and a giveaway
Once upon a time I went to the Nester’s house and I didn’t get my picture taken with her. What was I thinking? Interestingly enough, the answer might be different than you’d expect: I was thinking about myself. That’s right. Not in an arrogant way, mind you, but more in an ‘I’m so nervous and embarrassed about saying the…
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Day 13 :: Everybody is Somebody’s Weirdo
I learned a lot from my Granddad Burgess, my Mom’s Dad. His career was in Education, both as a teacher and then a principal, and he is one of the smartest people I’ve ever known. Whether it was a scavenger hunt in the yard, a peanut scramble in his garden, word puzzles at the dinner table, or math games with…
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Day 12 :: We are simply jars
We took advantage of a long weekend and went to visit my parents. They are in the midst of a home remodel, and graciously allowed us to stay with them in the midst of having no countertops, no oven and plywood for the family room floor. We had a great visit, and even had some time to visit with my older sister…
