Category: Living the New Life

let joy find you

I remember the first time Caroline ate blueberry pancakes. Sitting in a high chair at the grandparents, she grabbed fistfuls and shoveled them in. With gusto. Then, she caught me watching (camera in hand) and broke into full-on squeals of delight in the midst…

everybody stresses out. here’s why I say bring it on.

Does your “To Do” list look anything like mine? Sandwiched between get groceries and take kids to practice is one little word that’s got me stress-eating mint chocolate chip ice cream and avoiding my desk at all costs: Taxes. I even use a CPA now…

3 ways to transform “thoughts and prayers” into substance

Since last week’s shooting, I’ve vacillated between grief and anger like pretty much everybody I know. I’ve fist-pumped at impactful posts only to despair at online arguments that are more about blame-shifting than truth-seeking. One trending idea that’s caught my attention is that politicians…

dear younger me, stop stressing out your marriage

Dear Younger Me, You pulled off that dream wedding! Just wanted you to know the next 22 years will be an adventure like nothing you can imagine from those church steps. Yes, you’re going to learn some things the hard way, but oh, they…

that time I had a baby five days before Christmas

Easter weekend 2001, we discovered to our utter amazement that we were expecting a baby. From a due date calculator, we also discovered our child would be born right around Christmas. Though our son’s birth was 9 months away, a Christmas dream was born…

tidings of comfort and joy

We knew, and yet we didn’t know. We’ve been preparing ourselves since early fall for the passing of my husband’s mom. We knew she was likely in her final months, and yet, when the end came on Monday night, we still felt the shock…

the places that made me

This week I’m thanking God for the places that made me. I am a Southern girl through and through, but I admit that the Deep South is a complicated place to be from. For all our churches, hospitality, and genteel manners, we can’t deny…