Thank you, Beth.

I accepted Christ as my Lord and Savior on July 9, 1997. I was 13 years old. Two days later, on the top of a bunk bed at Falls Creek Baptist Encampment, during what was our designated “quiet time,” I felt the call to ministry. Quite simply, in response to His saving grace, I felt that the least I could do was serve Him with everything I had. I never...

Clay pots, Waterford vases, and that pesky scale.

I’ve always battled with my weight. I was never a really fat kid, but I was easily swayed by the message that our bodies had to be absolutely rock hard. I remember being in 6th grade and my friend Caitlin pointed out our fat rolls when we sat. That was the first time I wished I didn’t have any, not realizing that everyone has some version of it. By the...

Training Wheels. AKA – Keep Moving Forward

No matter how much I try to freeze time, I can’t seem to make it work. It seems we are a people obsessed. We try to keep our faces young and our bodies svelte (I’m laughing because svelte is the LAST word I would use to describe myself!), and now that I am a mother, I want to keep my children in this beautiful age where I am still their favorite...