Notes from the Week

I’ve had some writer’s block this week, which is frustrating when you’re a writer and write on a weekly basis for a self-titled blog. I realized, quickly, that God was sheltering my words for something else. I used to think it was me when writer’s block would hit. Sometimes, it is; sometimes it’s because my noseContinue reading “Notes from the Week”

Twenty-five and Burned

Purpose doesn’t go to work; it goes to love.  I turn 25 this year. Still young, only halfway through my twenties. Somehow I’ve managed to jam a whole lot of life in a few short years, making my twenties feel incredibly longer than they have been. It leaves me feeling burned out. Doubtful. Questioning. Exhausted.Continue reading “Twenty-five and Burned”

Tantrums and Triumphs

“I can’t do it, Mom.” My oldest turned three a few days ago. He’s just recently started telling me, “I can’t do it.” He will give up easily when it comes to puzzles or putting his socks on his feet. He tells me, sometimes even cries, that he just can’t do it. He’s frustrated, and IContinue reading “Tantrums and Triumphs”

When I Rise

I woke up this morning at 5:45, worried. I laid in bed feeling defeated already, when this day hadn’t even started. The past week and a half I have been trying and trying again. In public, things are awesome! In the privacy of my home where chaos and tantrums ensue, I am exhausted. But it’s moreContinue reading “When I Rise”

Backtracking, Metaphorical Walls & Eternity

The year 2015 has been good so far. I set goals, business was well, I had energy. And then I hit a wall, and I’m still trying to recuperate from that one. I’m not really one for getting stressed out or letting it get to me. It takes a lot of chaos and uncertainty toContinue reading “Backtracking, Metaphorical Walls & Eternity”

The Greatest Adventure: Our Life

Seven months ago when my husband lost his job, he jumped feet first into his own graphic design business. It’s the scariest/best thing we’ve ever done. The client base, however, wasn’t quite there and the knowledge about small business anything wasn’t there either. We walked blind, open arms, trusting the One who called us.