Category Archive: All for Jesus

A Painful Journey Back

The pain of grief is like labor pangs. You remember them, but you don’t FEEL their depth, their intensity, until the next contraction hits. Those precious few minutes between contractions give you time… Continue reading

Three Days In

Three days into a 10-day-minimum quarantine… and I’m already done. It just hit me this morning. Frustration and intolerance in the depth of my chest. My work log on info was wrong. My… Continue reading

Embracing the Chaos

This morning I prayed for God to help me embrace the chaos that’s swirling around me. I’m reading, Wash Your Face, by Rachel Hollis. I need to read this book every year. It… Continue reading

Future and Hope

Jeremiah 29:11 is a well-known verse: “For I know the thoughts I think towards you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.”… Continue reading

Vulnerability

Yesterday was my first post in a while. It was about my transition from being Mom-to-Children to being Mom-to-Adults. It was a happy post, about me finding a new groove in this season… Continue reading

Sequestered with Teens; Day Eight

Today I woke up mad at Jesse, which makes sense since I went to bed mad at Jesse. I’m over it now. That’s usually how it happens. The morning was rough though. I… Continue reading

Wrestling with Big Questions

Even though I would love to be granted the wisdom to know why my dad died, I know I won’t be. At least not in this life. But there are other questions I… Continue reading

This Week’s Challenge

My coworker, Christina, and I have a lot of stress in our lives right now. Real stress. Real walls-collapsing-around-us-loss-of-control-emotional-rollercoaster kind of stress. And it is so easy to get into the habit of… Continue reading

A Message to the Moms and Wives Out There

I am convinced that the most unappreciated job is that of a Mother/Wife. Talking with friends, it seems like 99% of our dismay comes from the basis of not being appreciated. I have… Continue reading

Empty Tank

I’m running on empty lately. Grieving the loss of my dad is the most exhausting activity I’ve ever experienced. Then stack on a house renovation. Three teenagers. A marriage. A day job. Trying… Continue reading