Who Are You?

Who Are You?

Whenever three-year-old Ava walks through our front door, I ask her that question. “Who are you?” It’s an answer I know before she says a word. All I have to do is look at her hair. One braid means she’s Princess Elsa, two braids means she’s Princess Anna, a braid...
Precious in His Sight

Precious in His Sight

When we flipped the calendar to March this year, we also flipped to a new chapter in our lives. Our children are now 13 and 11, and with the passing of my 40th birthday last fall, I no longer consider myself a “young mom.” Those early years of motherhood are hard,...

The Truth About the Mask

I’ve never been to a Mardi Gras party or a costume party. It sounds fun and exciting to attend a party where everyone is wearing beautiful jeweled masks. I envision such an event with women wearing long flowing dresses, their dates looking handsome in tuxes, my...

He Named Me

We didn’t expect to spend Thanksgiving in the hospital’s Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, but there my husband and I were, trekking down the long white hallway carrying store-bought pumpkin bars for the nurses. Our little five-pound girl curled up in the plastic...

Walking in His Steps Through the Holidays

It happens every October. I see Christmas decorations and slashed prices on almond bark, and I stiffen. Then commit. This year will be different. This season I will walk in his steps through the holidays. Because here’s the thing. I can get tripped up by Hallmark...