Am I enough? Am I doing enough? Of course I am not because otherwise there would be no need for Jesus. I am only enough through you Jesus. The fact that I cannot do anything and everything should point me to Jesus but instead it just makes me feel worse. I think, "If o...
Her earrings dangle, sparkling in the spotlight. Simple black T-shirt and black pants. No shoes, but black socks instead. Her hair a Rapunzel blonde provide a frame around her welcoming smiling face, outlined with red shiny glasses.
It’s not the kind of rain that causes you to desperately run for cover. It’s also not the kind of rain that Seattle is known for and just seems to float in the air, not ever really getting you completely wet. In my opinion, this is the worst kind of rain. The kind of r...
I get really close to her face, trying to hold the eyeliner pencil steady. Don’t move I say. Stay still I say. She closes her eyes and I lightly draw with the soft brown pencil. Next, the eyeshadow. First dark, then medium, then light. She opens her eyes and smiles and...
The Clothed in Dignity project is about 75% complete and I am weary! Each day I wear a dress and each day the to-do list is a mile long, filled with things that have nothing to do with the project or Peoria Home. Such is life. I am grateful for the opportunity to raise...
It was sometime between dawn and dusk. To be honest, the night and day blended together in a frozen, windy, and wet flurry. Time seemed to stand still, due in part to the fact that I kept losing my phone in my sleeping bag; our only clock. What added to the confusion w...
A long time ago I helped contribute to my friend's blog. I was the resident homeschooling mom so I wrote a few articles about such topics as what you'll read below. I found this one recently in an old file and...it's a gem. When I read it again I rolled my eyes so far...
Shortly after I met Zach, I met a doctor in Colorado. He is a plastic surgeon, but not the kind that helps people with insecurities look younger. He’s...
