Our Story

This is a story of three women that God has brought together. We are not necessarily likely friends, but through an interesting series of events, God got us here. We each have our own story and perspective that we want to share. This is something that we have been asked to do, not for informative reasons, but…

He’s in the Waiting

I am not a super patient person, just ask my kids in the morning when I’ve asked them to get their insane amounts of winter gear on and get their butts out the door. Seriously though, I am in a period of waiting right now and God is revealing to me just how poorly I handle it. I think it…

Finding Rainbows

How full is your glass? Are you a half empty or a half full kind of person? I have always been a glass half empty person. I used to joke that I was intended to be a pessimist. I was born on the Day of the Dead, I am a Wednesday’s child (full of woe), and my name means “dark”. …

I Am Worth the Fight

Life is hard. That is a given. Jesus told us that we would have trouble, but He gave us the hope that He has overcome the world. Without even being aware it was happening, I began to allow a victim mentality to creep in. I allowed this way of thinking to slowly take over until I find myself believing that…

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

Dark. Heavy. Drowning. I don’t know if it’s the change in season or if it is all the chaos in my life at the moment, but darkness has become my constant companion of late. Some days I feel like I am watching actors on a stage; like I can’t actually engage with anyone. I am going through the motions of…

Constant Work in Progress

      I have put in a lifetime of work accepting myself. It has been a constant battle with my own negative self-talk: you’re a fraud, you’ll never be good enough, you don’t belong here, you’re worthless, and so on.  I have only really been good at replacing those lies with God’s truth in the last few years by…

When Words Fail

I am tired; the tired that leaves you feeling numb. The tired that causes sleep to be elusive. I am worn. I am battle weary. I do not say this in an attempt to feel sorry for myself. No, I say this because it is hard for me to admit that I am anything less than strong. To say that…