I hid in a public restroom last week. You see, we think we’ve found a church.  A wonderful thing for which I’m incredibly thankful!  But with that comes new people, relationships, talking to strangers, and a whole lot of insecurity. After seven moves in a little over 8 years, you’d think I would have this down by now.  Nope.  I struggle with it every single time we move.  And every time we move I preach to myself about being bold, going out of my way to reach out, and jumping right in. I built up the courage to attend Ladies’ Bible study at our new church last week.  Do you…

The other morning I started my day like I do most days.  Woke up, made my coffee, and settled into my chair to read my Bible and write in my journal.  I’m slowly working my way through the Psalms right now, paying close attention to the verses that speak specifically about God:  His character and His behavior. That morning I read Psalm 3:5 “I lay down and slept; I woke again for the Lord sustained me.” I jotted down in the margin of my Bible, “You are God who sustains.” And that was the focus of my prayer that morning.  Praising God for His sustaining power in my life.  Confessing that I don’t always…

A new year always excites me.  I start off with feelings of purpose, desire to change, organization, wanting to do things better.  And usually those things happen, for awhile.  Then, life hits and slowly things begin to become chaotic, my resolve to be better at ________ wears down, and the planner goes untouched for weeks on end. What happens?  How can I so easily be thrown off course? I don’t have any answers.  But what I do know is that I don’t want to beat myself up about not following through with goals, ideas, resolutions, or whatever the new word is for these things that we set out to do…

It feels like just yesterday I was sitting in this chair, writing a post about it being the last morning in our home.   Here I am, again, six months later, and boxes line the walls,  our suitcases are packed, and we’re getting ready to head out once more on an adventure to a new place. These six months in Pensacola have been a precious time for our family.  One that Bradley and I have affectionately called our Sabbatical.  Not because it was a break from work for Bradley, or because it was unpaid.  But, the essence of a sabbatical is a rest from typical routines in order to be…

When I was trying to come up with a name for my blog I tossed around countless different ideas.  One thing remained constant:  I wanted the title to somehow reflect God’s Word. Life with Truth.  I mulled over it, my husband and I discussed it, and I even ran it past two friends.  We agreed that this name would give me freedom to write about a variety of topics, but it would also keep me grounded in my desire to share how God’s Word shapes every aspect of my life. The summary from my ‘About’ page says it this way: God’s Word holds the truth about God, my need for Him,…

Typically, the week after Thanksgiving I find myself pulling out bins of Christmas decorations, turning on the Christmas music,  preparing to make goodies with my children, and getting presents wrapped and placed under the tree. This year it’s a little different.  Yes, the Christmas music is playing in the background, but instead of unpacking bins, I’m pulling out bins and boxes to pack up our belongings as we prepare to move in 2 weeks. I guess you could say we’re ‘un-decking the halls’. It’s funny all the things that make it feel like Christmas to me.  Smells, decorations, shopping, cold weather (it’s been in the 70’s here this week), food, twinkling lights and…