I visited a new hairstylist recently, excited for a small trim to clean up the ends of my hair. Instead, I found myself crying in my car afterward. Not because I didn’t like my cut or she messed up my hair, but because I messed up my hair. Because I learned my hair was dead. Fried.Continue reading “My Fried Hair”
I wrote the following post for my church’s blog almost one year ago. Today, I already feel the effects of May-hem and we are only 20 hours in! I reflected on this post today and felt that I should repost and share again. This time last year, I was at my lowest point in ourContinue reading “It’s Gonna Be May-hem”
I had read these verses many times before, but the first time I remember living them were in the weeks after Kris was first in the hospital. Stacey Thacker texted me Romans 5:3-5, and I honestly grimaced. I looked at this process of suffering to endurance, endurance to character, and character to hope and thoughtContinue reading “What’s So Great About Hope?”
I was determined to do one fun outing over spring break. It had been a rough couple weeks: an epic stomach virus for my oldest then a flooded laundry room. Seriously. I can’t make this stuff up! Most of spring break was spent with ten industrial fans and two dehumidifiers running. Suffice to say myContinue reading “Better is Better”
“I’m going to the ER.” Those words usually strike panic, but for me, they brought relief.