• Faith,  Fear,  Hope,  Stress,  Uncategorized

    I QUIT!!!

    “So let’s not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t give up.”  (Galatians 6:9 NLT) “Yep, you heard me, I QUIT!!!!”  Does that surprise you?  I QUIT!!  Truth be told, I actually do quit on a regular basis.  For you, I wonder what images pop into your head when you hear the phrase “I QUIT!”?  Do you see someone storming out of a job fed up with the treatment?  Do you see someone in the middle of a workout collapsing to the floor in bodily defeat?  Maybe you see someone, hopeless, putting an end to…

  • Uncategorized

    Stepping Out…

    The past seven months have been filled with transitions, and so I thought, “Why not one more step toward change? Why not shoot for the stars?” So here goes—for the longest time, I’ve wanted to write and share with others. I see it as a way to share a journey of self-discovery and vulnerability. Not sure who would want to read what I have to offer, but the way I see it, I’d much rather know I pursued a dream than go day after day, dreaming, but not even trying to take a tiny step of faith. But here’s the thing—over the years, I’ve learned a few things about pursuing…

  • Faith,  Hope,  Pain

    What Does the Bible Say About…

    All right, friends. In my last blog, I said I would read The 5 Love Languages of Children and bring what I learned to the readers of The Salty Sunshine. I apologize; the follow-through on that has to wait. Here’s why: In the last 24 hours, I have read about or witnessed MANY people hurting. These hurts have been shared on Facebook and through texts, phone calls, and emails. The pain being experienced by people in my life is overwhelming. My nursing peers have lost another patient, my friends are struggling with anxiety/depression, and I am reading shared concerns from successful moms who are doubting their abilities and worrying about…

  • Faith,  Family,  Parenting

    Teaching Moments

    “Lucas, can you please pick up your toys before dinner?” (Me) “No. I don’t want to.” (Lucas) “Lucas, that isn’t how you answer Mommy. You say, ‘Yes, Mommy.’ And then you are obedient and do it.” (Me) “No! I don’t want to.” (Lucas) “That is being disobedient. You are not listening to me, and that is not how you respond. Now you are getting a consequence.” (Me) “NO!! Okay, I’ll do it.” (Lucas) “I’m glad you are doing it, but you are still getting the consequence for being disobedient. When Mommy tells you to do something, you need to listen and obey, and you need to do it with a…

  • Blog,  Faith,  Family,  Motherhood,  Parenting

    It Won’t Be Like This For Long

    There are a lot of things that can be used to test our patience. Am I right? Just take a minute to think about it, and then stand back as the floodgate of examples in your life pours down on you. Right now, I am living in the land of toddlerdom, where I am crusading in unfamiliar territory on the daily, the tantrums come by the hour, and the lessons in patience come by the minute. I’m sure you have heard all of the familiar maxims: “The days go slow, but the years go fast.” “It will only be like this for a short time.” “You can do anything for…

  • Faith,  Family,  Hope,  Love,  Prayer

    “I’m Already Home”

    “Home,” a simple four-letter word. Yet, the definition can be quite extensive. The first definition of home on Dictonary.com is as follows: A noun; the place where one lives permanently; especially as a member of a family or household. I fully acknowledge that the word “home” may have a negative connotation for some while it creates a warm, fuzzy feeling for others. If you have struggled with an unfortunate home life, please stick with me for a minute! For me, the meaning of home has evolved over the years. I was born in Missouri. I had an awesome childhood on a 40-acre farm. My grandparents were all a 30-minute drive…

  • Faith,  Hope,  Pain

    Finding Freedom In The Ashes

    There I was, sitting at a bonfire surrounded by a few girlfriends—all sharing a portion of our story. This week’s topic was forgiveness—or maybe a better title was “unforgiveness”! I had already committed in my head that tonight would be the night! I had come to the realization that I wasn’t hurting anyone but myself by holding on and not forgiving. I was drinking the poison but expecting all those who hurt me to feel the effects.   And finally, it hit me; what was I missing out on in the story God had written for me by being stuck and unable to move forward? I was missing the anticipation…

  • Faith,  Love,  Relationships

    Fully Known

    Well, this is not what I wanted to write about for my first entry. Why? Probably because I didn’t want to be fully known. I didn’t want to have all my brokenness and imperfections and realness exposed to everyone. Again, why? Is it because I’m afraid of judgment? I’m ashamed or embarrassed? I have a “standard” as a Christian to uphold? Possibly. But I was divinely directed to take a 180 from what I was originally writing to tell you my story. Someone somewhere needs to hear it, and I am your vessel. I currently am in a relationship with a wonderful, God-fearing man for the past five years. Three…

  • Blog,  Holy Spirit,  Hope,  Pain,  Prayer

    From Desperation to Salvation

    This is probably going to be different from any of my other blogs, and I think that is okay. To be honest, I wasn’t very keen on writing this particular one so soon, as we are still getting to know each other, and one’s testimony can be very raw and vulnerable. However, as I kept pushing this subject out of my mind and brought other topics to the Lord, He impressed upon me that this was the one He wanted me to share. So, in obedience, here I am. Let me start by saying that I do not remember very much of my childhood. And I am not talking about…

  • Holy Spirit,  Hope,  Loss,  Pain

    Reflections of Her

    Over the course of the last year, my three-year-old son has befriended an imaginary person. You may think that doesn’t seem too unusual; I mean, many preschool-aged children go through periods of having an imaginary friend. This, however, is no run-of-the-mill imaginary person. This is the woman my son calls “Grandma.“ “Grandma” sounds like an extraordinary woman, to hear my son talk of her—which is constantly. Initially, my husband and I chalked this up as a temporary phase, and, as most phases go, we didn’t expect this one would last too long. First, we made sure that he wasn’t referencing one of his actual grandmothers, which he assured us he…