It always seems that just when I’ve settled on a certain path, God says: I’ll see your plans and I’ll raise you one (literally, this time).
And just like that, it’s 2018. A new year with fresh starts. Last year, I chose a word for the year. And in years past, I’ve used the New Year to announce new adventures and new hopes. This year, I’m changing things up a bit. I’m not focusing on a word for the year, announcing new adventures […]
Right now, He’s whispering that small steps often lead to life-changing journeys.
The best way to manage shingles in your thirties is to manage stress–much easier said than done as we are in the thick of a fast-paced life.
I treasure these quiet mornings that allow me to not only take time for myself, but help me to recharge so that I can be a better wife and mom.
Two years after the birth of my last child, I’m still discovering things about my body that have changed since having kids–things I never knew would happen.
I love the New Year–the fresh starts, the new slates, the endless possibilities.
Women need women face-to-face relationships. Online relationships are easier and more convenient, but they simply aren’t enough.
The stress and worries and refereeing and to-dos of the past couple months have slowly accumulated to the point that my cup is overflowing.
The way I see it, much of life is a balancing act—balancing work, family life, school, social life—and I’ve taken this same approach to my own self-care.