In the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking back on this second year of marriage. Man, what a year it’s been.
If you’re interested in donating to Isabella’s Dream Team by sponsoring my half marathon in Savannah, GA, use the link below:
Donations benefit pediatric cancer research, which is close to my heart after losing my friend Hope to cancer in middle school. Cancer has hit close to home multiple times in my life– but it is particularly heartbreaking to watch a child suffer from this disease, while knowing the lack of funding is such a problem.
If you cannot donate financially, I would appreciate your prayers during the training process!
Yesterday we got some unexpected news from a friend that brought me to my knees.
I have experienced loss and frustration and pain, but never this close, this invasive. And let me tell you: the enemy picked the wrong people to mess with. We’re going to battle and he won’t win this one. We won’t give him the satisfaction.
I’ve felt it coming on for a while. The exhaustion. The burnout. The sinking, drowning feeling I can’t quite escape. I come up for gulps of air, gasping for breath. I know these patterns aren’t good for me. I know I need to reset, let go, set things aside. Continue reading
Happy 2016, friends.
This new year is certainly a season of change in many areas of my life. It’s the end of our first semester at MHS, the beginning of a new semester of grad school, and so much more. All of this is exciting and overwhelming in a great way.
Here is a look back at our year in reflection and gratitude for all the ways God has blessed us in 2015. (Just ignore the fact that I haven’t posted here since September…) We are still in awe of the many blessings of 2015 and can’t wait to see what 2016 has in store. Continue reading
I don’t have words to describe the craziness of my days over the past three weeks. I feel like I need to just have “School is back, y’all” stamped on my forehead so people who pass me in the store will understand and have less judgmental glances when they see my out-of-control hair, rumpled clothes (despite my ironing nine hours earlier), and crazy, slightly glazed-over look.