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Perfection vs. Process

Perfection vs. Process

Subscribe I made a post on IG about this awesome little Adrien Arpel dress. It was a cute dress and I thought, “Let’s do a little marketing!” Boy, did I get a response! A great one! From so many people. People loving the dress, loving how I looked in it. So much love....
Remnants of Beauty – Roots – PT. 2

Remnants of Beauty – Roots – PT. 2

After a few weeks of In my last blog post I talked about the damage a storm can do, and how we can walk away with valuable remnants. These remnants have been soaking in water, resting, recovering, and growing. Growing new roots isn’t always fun. It requires...
Remnants of Beauty PT.1

Remnants of Beauty PT.1

Beautiful isn’t it? Do you know what this is? Yes, it is plants beautifully on display, but it’s more than that. This is the remnant of a storm. A hard violent storm. We had hard rains come through the other night. Harder then I expected when I put my back porch...
Covering the Healing Process

Covering the Healing Process

I was having some much needed “catch up” time with a friend at dinner tonight. The conversation led to a recap of some very hard life circumstances she had experienced in 2019. There wasn’t a lot of details or “hashing it out”, just...
Pain changes everything

Pain changes everything

At the end of 2019, I took the month of December off for a personal sabbatical. I knew the Lord had some things He wanted to teach and talk to me about. I was also having a major surgery and wanted to leave space for the recovery and healing. Little did I know, that...
Come out of hiding … you’re safe here with me.

Come out of hiding … you’re safe here with me.

Then I heard Him say, “It’s time to come out of hiding.”
“Lord, I’m not hiding anymore.”
“I know, I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to her.

And in that moment, the sprinkle of tears that were gently dropping, turned to streams of rivers.

My heart was breaking, for me!

My momma heart was mourning for the little 4 year old girl who was hidden under a wagon as a play thing and not a playmate. Being exposed to things that would forever shape her life.