security blanket

I carry a small bible in my purse. It was a gift from a lovely lady at church many years ago – she gave it to me when she saw the huge version I was carrying to service every Sunday morning. It is the perfect size for any of my bags and it’s always with me. At first, it was merely because I would forget to take it out for the week, but then there were times when I really wanted to access a scripture or encourage someone. Now, no matter which hand bag I choose, it gets moved over with my other important items, like my license and my lip gloss. It’s come to my awareness that it’s the one thing I would honestly take with me were I to be stranded on a desert island. It’s like my security blanket. The prayer of many hearts is to be more like Jesus, and there is really no other way to grow in faith and godly wisdom than to be in His word daily. And I have found there is really no other way to navigate my day with any sort of peace or patience, without that daily encouragement. There are essentially very few things we need in this life, and I have found that to walk in any form of grace, peace and love at all, time with my God is what is truly required. Try it for a week. Read a chapter in Psalms or a few lines in Proverbs, or the words of Christ Himself in Matthew every single day for 7 days. Perhaps you will find it to become the comfort to you it has to me. Shalom.



Sometimes I feel like I am going solo. It’s not always easy, this life, and oftentimes when we are independent and intelligent, others mistake our capacity as something which negates our need for others. I don’t think anyone ever has it all together; especially not us parents. It takes a village – at the very least extended family – blood or otherwise, to make it through this life. It can be overwhelming some days. Glorious others. Wherever you are in this moment, know that God sees you. He sees your days and hears your heart. Never for a moment believe that you are alone, regardless of what it looks like. Sit back into His embrace and let Him minister to your heart. He has an answer to every question, a response to every fear, a master plan for every dream… 


My son and I are both on ventures to move our lives forward. He is potty training, and I am finally ready to get back my pre-baby body. As he is nearing the age to start being a “big boy,” I am nearing the age where I really need to jump on board the fitness train.

Neither goal is easy. It’s simple, and yet it’s never truly easy, learning a new discipline. For myself, it’s about making time for me again. Loving myself enough to create margin. My motivation? A trip with my husband to San Diego. For my son, he wants to play baseball like daddy. Both of us have set our goals before, but we have finally found our motivation.

What keeps you from getting to where you want to be? What will it take for you to say enough is enough, and move forward? Be inspired, you can do it! Set that dream before you and just go for it! Find your motivation and soar!!

changing toilet paper

Recently, someone visited my church and said how much they liked the message, and even enjoyed the pastor’s “plug for donations.” It struck me a little odd as they are no stranger to what church services look like, and would claim to know God and His word. We had a short conversation about it, but at the end, I could see that trying to clarify why we give, why we trust God with our tithe, was truly lost on this person. It was just so foreign to them. 

Yesterday between services, I overheard an exchange between two volunteers restocking bathrooms – toilet paper, towels for hands, soap… And I laughed a bit. So many people, oftentimes those who don’t even attend a church, but some who do, will have a laundry list of things they think a church should provide. There are expectations of how well we should be provided for. And yet there are many who are offended at the obligation we have to give. So I wonder, how much do we appreciate electricity? Water? A heating system? Clean floors? I mean, we could certainly meet in a field once a week, but I doubt these people would make an appearance. How about giving to the poor? Providing wells in third world countries? Helping those rescued from the human sex trade syndicate? Helping out members of the community when they hit a rough patch. Turkey dinners and toys at Christmas for those will little to their name…

We should all do our part to help further God’s kingdom. Whether it’s in material ways, or time spent serving, there is much work to be done. There are genuine needs that must be met. That $10 you so casually tossed in the bucket and patted yourself on the back for, might represent a meal for an entire family. Or perhaps a portion of your neighbor’s power bill. Maybe it even paid for the lights and air conditioning when YOU were on your knees at the alter, receiving your own salvation. 

If we could get past the distrust, past the fear of losing and see beyond our own desire to “get mine,” perhaps we could see that God has a plan to provide and care for ALL people, and that YOU might be the person He needs to use to get those resources to where they need to go. If nothing else, perhaps you could throw a dime in the plate for your own personal TP use. Just a thought…