I can’t begin to tell you how much I have thought about this phrase in more than one way this past week. In terms of staying the course, I have questioned whether or not fostering was the right choice for our family. It has wrecked us.
To The Mother Hearts
Mother’s Day takes on a vast multitude of forms depending on who you are talking to. I have friends who are mothers of biological children and adopted children, step-mothers, foster-mamas,
This Is Real Life
Can I level with you? This morning, well it just has not been good.
Welcome To The Porch
I’ve always been drawn to the big old Southern porches. There’s something romantically nostalgic about them, like they hold the secret to lazy summer afternoons and fresh squeezed lemonade and kids chasing fireflies after dark.
Where The Grass Is Greenest
As I sit in this quiet, empty living room, listening to the faint hum of the noisemaker breathing through the baby monitor, I’m overcome with this deep fulfillment but also an unrelenting sadness.
When Your Cup Is Empty
It seems that everyone I’ve talked to lately is in need of having their cup refilled.. myself included. So I invite you to sit & linger for just a bit, pour yourself another cup of coffee, and let’s chat about what a full-cup, overflowing life might look like.
Living Hope
Easter always sends me into a time of reflection and I often find myself on my knees as I take the time to remember what Jesus endured.
Creative Ways To Give Back
When I was little, the idea of volunteering usually conjured up the image of ladeling out soup at a food bank on Thanksgiving day. If you wanted to give back to society
Anxious For Nothing
This is a hard thing to admit, but I’ve been kind of a hot mess lately.
Dear Anxiety,
Dear Anxiety,
Consider this an official break-up letter.
A Letter To Millennials
You guys are always getting a bad rap. So, in honor of Alyssa’s 26th birthday this week, I want to post from a different perspective.
Learning How to Fight Hatred
This is not something we typically address on The Space We Share, but in a world where mere difference of opinion is cause for so much division and hatred, I feel the need to share my heart on the matter.
Trudging Through The Wilderness
I have had a pretty rough month so far. Things have not gone as I had hoped or planned. If I’m being honest, I have felt a little lost and alone.
Jump On In!
I’ve mentioned before that I like the practice of choosing a word for the year. Sort of a scaled-down mission statement as I move from one year into the next. This isn’t something I do flippantly;
Hard And Holy Things
Yesterday afternoon, I sat with a dear friend on my front porch, sharing a slice of leftover birthday cake, while she expressed the heartache and frustrations that come with
Why New Year's Is Not Just About Starting Over
I find it fitting that January first would begin the way it did for me this year. I had it in my mind that all my ducks needed to be in a row and my life in order by December 31st, because January first is a fresh start, a new beginning
May I Have A Word, Please?
I began 2017 with a single word in mind. Inspired by a friend who was spending some time with us last year during her Christmas break, I loved her practice of
'Tis The Season
Christmas is just days away. We have all been busy decking our halls, dressing our trees and hanging stockings with eager anticipation. We have been listening to Christmas music since November 1st and
On Marrying My Best Friend
One cold February evening, nearly six years ago, when I was at the tail end of my internship at CCM, my dad drove all the way to east Texas to take me out to dinner. He had a small, wrapped bag with him containing
Making Room
It strikes me as sadly ironic – as I’m clearing out my fall decorations to make room for Christmas – that there was no room for them in the inn.