Life is precious. Every second, every minute that passes is time that we can never get back. Every moment we share with loved ones is unique and, try as we may, we can never fully replicate it. Yet in this fast-paced world with an abundance of knowledge and distractions in the form of the Internet, social media, and at our fingertips, we are allowing this scarce commodity to slip through our fingers.
It is not fair. Cancer is never fair. If you are struggling with a devastating diagnosis, of yourself or a loved one, I know what it is like to cry your heart out to the Lord and feel that He is not answering or, even worse, His answer is “No, my precious one.” We cannot see with the eyes of God.
A cheery and warm welcome, dearest friends, to His Encouragement: Biblical Inspiration for Your Thursday. Every Thursday, a few blogging friends and I will each bring you a Bible verse and a little hope-filled discussion. We pray that these Thursday posts help you end your week strong in God’s love and purpose for you. We also
For those familiar with our breastfeeding journey, you already know that we experienced some challenges breastfeeding with our first son Peanut. Our second son, Pickle, is now two months old. I wish I could tell you that this time our breastfeeding journey was easier, but in some ways it was even harder. I am sharing the details of our personal struggles to let other women know that you are not alone, it is ok, and no matter what, you are an amazing mother.
It has been seven weeks since our second son, I am calling him Pickle here, arrived into this world. He was born Tuesday, February 6, 2018, at 8:43am. He was 6 lbs 10 oz and 18 inches long. For those interested, this is our birth story. During the two weeks leading up to his birth,
With a due date at the beginning of September, I will be experiencing my last trimester during the peak of a blistering Arizona summer. Though a little early, this weekend is forecasted to reach high triple digits! It will probably be anywhere between 114°-116° degrees just Saturday alone. Though we, hopefully, will have a dip