June 2, 2026
I didn’t realize how long it had been since I sat still with God.
Not the rushed prayers while folding laundry.
Not the “Lord help me survive this day” prayers while running back and forth trying to make it to all the events.
Not the exhausted “thank you, Jesus” as I fell into bed.
I mean really sat with Him.
Life has been full lately.
State track meet.
Graduation.
Walk to Emmaus.
Celebrations, emotions, planning, driving, laundry, photos, late nights, and all the “mom things” that somehow still happen even when your kids are almost grown.
And honestly? I think I convinced myself that because everything we were doing was good, then spiritually I must be doing okay too.
But this past weekend, I realized something hard.
Somewhere in all the busy… I had slowly moved God down my priority list.
Not intentionally.
Not rebelliously.
Just gradually.
And maybe that’s what makes it so sneaky.
Because most of us don’t wake up one day and decide we don’t need God. We just get distracted by life. By responsibilities. By good opportunities. By exhaustion. By trying to keep all the plates spinning.
And suddenly we realize we’ve been surviving off crumbs spiritually.
The crazy part is that everything around me looked “fine.”
I was still showing up.
Still serving.
Still doing all the things.
I thought I was tired, but sleep couldn’t fix it. Turns out I was weary.
This weekend felt like God gently tapping me on the shoulder saying, “Hey girl… I miss you.”
Not with condemnation.
Not guilt.
Just conviction wrapped in love.
And honestly, I needed that reminder.
Because God was never asking me to perform for Him.
He just wanted me close.
I think sometimes we put time with God in the category of “extra” instead of essential. Like we’ll get to it after the to-do list is finished.
But the truth is… the list never finishes.
There will always be another event. Another practice. Another load of laundry. Another deadline. Another reason to say, “I’ll spend time with Him tomorrow.”
And meanwhile our hearts slowly run dry.
So this week, I’m coming back.
Not perfectly.
Not with some elaborate spiritual reset plan.
Just honestly.
A Bible opened again.
A quiet prayer in the morning.
Worship music while I clean the kitchen.
Choosing His presence before my phone.
Because I don’t want a life that looks full but feels spiritually empty.
And maybe you needed this reminder too.
If life has been loud lately… if your soul feels tired… if you’ve realized God slipped lower on the list than you intended…
You’re not too far gone.
Just come back.
He’s still there.
Waiting.
Loving.
Welcoming.
Every single time.
May 8, 2026
This one goes out to all the mommas.
The ones looking at baby pictures asking, “Where did my baby go?”
The ones looking at their young teenagers wondering, “When did she get so big?” and “Where did those come from?!”
And the ones getting ready to graduate their baby… even though they haven’t really been a baby in a long time.
This goes out to all the mommas in between too.
Our lives take on a drastic change when we step into the role of motherhood. Whether it’s something we’ve dreamed about our entire lives or something that completely surprised us, the change is inevitable.
We put everyone else first, and somewhere along the way, sometimes we lose ourselves a little too.
We spend years taking care of everybody else’s needs before our own, and before we know it, time has flown by right in front of us.
One day the house is loud and chaotic…
and one day it’s quieter.
One day they need you for everything…
and one day they start needing you differently.
And if we’re honest, motherhood can be beautiful and emotional all at the same time.
So I just want to give you permission this weekend to let others take care of you.
You deserve it.
Take it slower.
Enjoy the coffee a little longer.
Take in the smiles and laughter… or the crazy chaos, whichever season you’re in.
Just be in their presence.
And be present.
God created you to be an amazing woman who takes care of all the things and all the people.
This weekend is your turn to let them take care of you.
Let them.
“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.”
— Proverbs 31:25
April 22, 2026
Picture this… Sicily, 19—
Just kidding. 😉
But I do want you to picture something with me.
Last night, we were taking another round of senior pictures. Yes… another. It sounds a little excessive, I know—but we didn’t have her cap and gown the first time, so here we are again.
We’re deep into this session. We’re tired, but the pictures are so good it’s hard to find a stopping point.
We gathered all her accolades from her junior and senior years—7 gold balls, 4 plaques (2 of those MVP for track), countless medals, her jersey, track shirt, spikes, and basketball shoes to top it off. You’re getting the picture, right? Add in her letterman jacket and some poms (borrowed from a friend because she left hers at home… minor detail 😅).
All of these accomplishments… all of these memories.
And the crazy part? This was just two years of high school. The success just piled up in the most beautiful way.
Then—
She says,
“What if I wear my cap and gown and walk away, and you take the picture of me walking away?”
Wait. WHAT???
Stop.
Because that’s exactly what this season is.
It was the perfect image to wrap up her high school years—and y’all, I was wrecked. Karleigh, our photographer, was crying too.
We raise our kids hoping one day they’ll be ready to fly off into the unknown…
But if we’re being honest?
We kind of want to hold onto them for dear life.
Kalyn’s the baby. So no, this isn’t my first go-round—but this one feels different. Maybe because not only is her season ending… mine is too.
I asked her last night,
“Who am I supposed to yell at next year?”
She said,
“Not me, Mom. I won’t be here.”
I KNOW.
And that is hitting me hard right now.
Mommas, hear me.
I’m speaking from a heart that’s been broken… but not a spirit that is.
God gave us these babies to love, raise, and care for. He entrusted them to us.
And I’ll be real with you—I’ve broken that trust before. Multiple times.
But my God is a Redeemer. He truly is.
Mine and Kalyn’s relationship is living proof of that.
A few years ago, I laid our relationship at the cross—ugly crying and all. I knew that without Jesus, we would never be in a good place, and that broke me. I was not going to lose my girl. The enemy was not going to win.
She was hurt—and rightfully so—because of choices I had made. I couldn’t blame her.
But God.
I love that phrase. Because with God, all things are possible.
But let’s be real for a second—that verse isn’t a magic wand.
You can’t say, “I can run a marathon with God!” and never train.
Faith still requires obedience. Effort. Showing up.
And that’s what I did.
I gave it to the Lord—but I didn’t stop doing my part.
Even when she wouldn’t look at me at her events… I showed up.
Even when the looks hurt and the comments stung… I showed up.
With Justin’s love and support, I kept showing up.
She wouldn’t give me private time, but I didn’t let that stop me from being present in the public moments.
One weekend, I drove over 5 hours just to be at her cheer and basketball games—only to get the stank eye.
And honestly? Looking back, I can’t blame her.
But I also knew this:
I wasn’t giving up on my girl.
To God be the glory…
Because one evening at church camp, she called me. And we talked… and talked.
And something started to shift.
We are entrusted with a job.
One I wish I had done better at in some seasons.
I don’t carry that as weight anymore—thank goodness—but I don’t forget it either. Those mistakes no longer define me, but they do remind me of what God has brought me through.
I’ve placed them in my Father’s hands.
So mommas… love those babies.
Don’t give up on them. Not ever.
And when the time comes—because it will—they will fly.
And I can’t wait to see what God has in store for this girl of mine. She is beautiful inside and out.
I’ll leave you with a prayer:
Father,
Thank You for allowing me to be Kaley and Kalyn’s momma. It is a blessing I am so proud of.
My job isn’t finished—it’s just evolving. I ask that You guide that evolution and let it always lead back to You.
Thank You for every woman reading this. I pray something here sticks with her—something she can carry into her own story.
You are a good, good Father, and we love You so much.
In Jesus’ precious name,
Amen.
April 15, 2026
I haven’t sat down to write in a while… and honestly, life has just been full.
Easter came and it was everything I needed it to be. Church, family, that deep reminder that Jesus is alive and still moving in our everyday lives. There’s just something about Easter that settles your heart again—like a reset you didn’t realize you needed.
And then… Sunday came.
Judy passed away.
It was sudden in a way that still doesn’t quite make sense. She was at the church fundraiser that morning—serving, helping, doing what she always did. And by choir practice that evening… she was gone.
All in the same day.
We’ve been sitting in that all week.
Judy had a quiet way about her. She wasn’t loud or overly expressive, and sometimes she was hard to read. But one thing was always clear—she showed up. She was a good and faithful servant.
If something needed to be done, she was there. Serving, helping, filling in the gaps wherever she was needed. The kind of faith that doesn’t always draw attention… but holds things together behind the scenes.
And over time, I grew to really appreciate her. Her and Fred.
Her funeral is tomorrow.
And it just feels tender… knowing we’re about to say a more final kind of goodbye.
And somehow, life doesn’t pause for grief.
We’re also in the middle of getting ready for prom.
Picking out dresses. Talking through details. Watching Kalyn step into one of those big, beautiful milestones that reminds you just how fast it all goes. One minute you’re holding their hand walking into church as a pretty little princess in her little high heel shoes that only she could pull off, and the next you’re watching them get ready for a night they’ll never forget. Senior Prom.
It’s a strange mix of emotions—joy and grief, excitement and heaviness—all living side by side.
And if I’m being real… it would be so easy to rush past it.
To get caught up in the busy.
To miss the meaning.
To let one emotion drown out the other.
But I keep coming back to this quiet nudge in my spirit:
Pay attention.
God is everywhere.
He’s in the Easter joy.
He’s in the heartbreak of loss.
He’s in the laughter over prom plans and the chaos of busy days.
He’s in the in-between moments we’re usually too distracted to notice.
We just have to have our eyes open.
Because when we do… we start to see Him in places we didn’t expect. In the strength to keep going. In the peace that doesn’t quite make sense. In the reminder that every moment—good or hard—is held by Him.
Life doesn’t slow down so we can catch it.
We have to choose to see it while it’s happening.
So that’s where I am right now.
Not caught up.
Not perfectly balanced.
But aware.
Eyes open.
Heart soft.
Looking for Him in all of it.
And He’s there. Every single time.
—
If you’re in a full, stretched, emotional season too… you’re not alone.
Don’t miss Him in the middle of it. 🤍
You know those days when your mind just won’t slow down?
You’re doing all the things… but underneath it, there’s this quiet hum of anxiety you can’t shake.
If that’s where you are today, you’re not alone.
Anxiety doesn’t mean you’re doing something wrong. It just means you’re human… and maybe carrying more than you were meant to carry on your own.
God isn’t asking you to have it all together.
He’s simply inviting you to come to Him… just as you are.
Lord,
You see everything I’m carrying right now.
The thoughts that won’t slow down,
the heaviness I can’t explain.
Help me to breathe again.
Help me to release what was never mine to hold.
Remind me that You are near,
that I am safe in Your care,
and that I don’t have to figure everything out today.
Give me peace in this moment…
not all at once, just enough for right now.
Amen.
If all you can do today is whisper that prayer… that’s enough.
God meets you in the middle of it—not on the other side of having it all together.
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