Life. Love. Jesus. Everything in between.

 May 7 is a big deal and I'll tell ya why. If ever God has moved and made Himself evident in my life it was yesterday, 2 years ago.  Last night I laid my head down beside my husband, but 2 years ago I hadn't been doing that...for months. If you've been around for more than the last few chapters of our life, you know this.  I had gone through so many different seasons of grief during the several months span of hurting and trying to find a silver lining, strength, my own two feet, what I thought maybe I "deserved", and just trying to make my world stop spinning out of control. In the hurt and confusion God was still there. He'd never left -- though nearly impossible for me to see at the time.  I clung to a religious routine and kept myself in a place where I was serving at church, but honestly felt like God was very far at times. Little did I know God used those moments to keep me close to people who would speak truth, some would cast judgement (they're perf

God must be a coon hunter. He has to be. Several weeks ago my daughter and I were walking in the coon woods a couple hundred yards behind my husband and the band of coon hunting brothers. We could occasionally see their light bouncing back and forth between the trees and the moon was shining so brightly that if you let your eyes get good and adjusted to the night you could see like a dim hall light was on and you were a kid sneaking out of your room to raid the pantry in the middle of the night. Wasn't bright by any means, but it'll do. Well we had a teeny flashlight a friend had let Charlee borrow because she had left hers at home and she insisted that we use that light instead of letting the moon glow. We were walking along a good, well beaten, path with an occasional muddy spot where your rubber boots make a sucking noise from the earth trying to snatch your boot off. A couple hundred yards into the walk it started getting even muddier and pools of pollen tinged water were

 Yesterday my son stood infront of me during our worship service at church like he often does. Typically holding one of my hands and letting go only long enough for me to raise my hands when I feel moved too...I had one hand on his chest and one in the air and we were both singing at the top of our lungs. I could feel his chest rise and fall as he would take a deep breath and belt out another line of the song. I had a huge smile on my face knowing that my 8 year old enjoys worship just as much as me.  He's been singing that same song all day today and I just can't help but think... I have no idea where life will take him. I have no way of knowing the challenges and wonderful opportunities my daughter will come across in life. I can't say that they will always make the right choices and I don't know if they'll always seek Godly wisdom about every decision... One thing I do know is that if all they ever are is two people who know they're not perfect, but try their