Enneagram
The Enneagram is so hot right now. It’s been hot for a while, but if you haven’t felt the heat, join me. There is a blizzard outside, and it’s been snowing since Christmas around here...even the sound of the word “hot” seems wildly attractive. My love for assessments...
My Protector
My grandparents lived on Marco Island, off the coast of Florida. When I was in high school, my grandfather would give me his boat and my friends and I would drive it around the entire island. We would boat through the protected mud flats and across the expanse of the...
How Are Your Roots?
A few years ago I was completely overwhelmed… and when I say completely, I mean completely. To the point my brain could not take the effects of an old concussion and my visual system shut down. You guys it just shut down! I had been staying afloat in all the...
Adjust Your Approach, Change Your Everything
For a long time, I viewed God in my mind's eye as expansive like the sunrise: infinite, great, and yet, in that view…far away. Looking down at me, but inaccessible. While He is expansive, infinite, and great, God also knows the desires of my soul and the number of...
He Sees Me
I love Shirley Temples. When I was a little girl we would drink them with my grandfather, so on special occasions with our kids, a bottle of Sprite and cherry grenadine is the perfect fit. My older boys make their own, pouring the ideal combination and carefully...
Will You Meet His Gaze?
This summer, I got random texts from a guy who was convinced I was “Annie.” He would use words like “nemore,” and when I would tell him I was not her, he was sure I was pushing him off. Oh, Annie. She obviously knew this guy, and their relationship was ongoing, but...
The Daughter of a King
My daughter’s name is Ella. She was actually named after my great-great-great grandmother Cinderella, crazy enough. So my Ella has always seen her name as the same as a blond Disney Cinderella princess. She is in the princess phase where Ariel, Belle, and Rapunzel...
You Were Created For More
I was a birthday crier. Every.Single.Year. It wasn’t that the day hadn’t met my expectations, or that I didn’t feel loved by my husband or friends. But each year as I would look back, I felt a gap, like there had to be more than this. When my son Henry was two, he...
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