A friend of mine and I were talking the other day and she said “I’m home right now, and I don’t need to have a blog to justify it.” It struck a cord with me. I felt like I had been slapped. I have a blog. This blog create’s zero income for my family at this time but I still have one. Was she saying that we, as women, couldn’t just be home without justifying it? Did I do this? I love blogging. Was it validating my worth and she was better because she didn’t need that? Why did

Just a few short years ago I went through a massive personal crisis. I had given up my life career to take on another dream. Motherhood. I loved it. I had prayed for it. I was living it the absolute best way too. I mean, I knew my kids sleep schedules, I faithfully read to them, and created boundaries for proper development. I was loosing myself. But, as I said before, I loved it. After all, didn’t Christ say “to lose was to gain?” What I didn’t expect was to meet someone a f

Life can be so hard at times. Things can be thrown at you that you are unprepared for, and that knocks the wind right out of you. Things that despite your best efforts you have no control over. I have a saying personally about this. “We don’t get to write our stories. God does that. But it is what we do with our story that matters!” I know from experience that it is said every third sentence is negative in some way. And as I become more and more aware of it I am in awe with h

The Holidays roll around and with it a word. Sometimes whispered sometimes punched out on a Polar Express Ticket and sometimes shouted out by a toddler. The word is “Believe”. It is suppose too evoke a kind of magical awe in the individual saying it and encourage them. But what if it is hard to Believe? What if you’re scared? What if you are going through something really hard? What if you don’t like the way the belief is playing out? What if stepping out of the boat and bein

As a lifestyle coach and former athlete I am all about efficiency and schedules. But that can get boring real fast. The pain of regiments and disciplines becomes the pain of regrets. It can become so monotonous to do everyday life that one day we wake up and cry from the dullness. Unaware of how we got from burning passion to “Did you feed the dog?”, we except it as is. We crawl into the ho-hum of routine and settle in for consistency and average mediocrity. This does not hav