I had a different blog written for this week and then I had a change of heart. Two things happened this morning that made me change my mind: I woke up. My daughter texted me. I woke up early, in a sweat. I was frantically trying to recover from a nightmare. I don’t have them often, but when I do these are the kind I hate. The kind of dream that isn’t real, but it could be. This nightmare could happen in real life. Not like the kind that are horrific but they end with an alie

One of the books I am reading right now is The Seven Decisions by Andy Andrews. I always have two books going at the same time. I call them the teaching book and the getaway book. The teaching book is full of highlights and notes in my journal, I usually read out of this one in the morning or at sometime during the day when I need a pick me up or feel stressed and in need of some down time. Works every time. There is always something new to learn and relate to. The getaway b

Do you remember that song? I remember four little boys (shout out Zimmermans) singing that song together in front of church years ago. It was released in 1999 by Steven Curtis Chapman and some of the lyrics have been running through my mind this week. I have no idea why, other than God put it there and on my heart for a reason unbeknownst to me. Maybe it was the fingerprints I’ve been looking at the last few days… I posted on Instagram a few times this week about fingerprints

My daughter wrote a blog post this week about being sick of the “mommy wine culture.” (You can read about it here.) There has been a lot of discussion about this topic going around in my world. My world - meaning the social media I follow about addiction and recovery. That is why my heart was so happy that my kiddo posted about it. Being bold and trying to bring a new awareness to those who might need to re-think their relationship with alcohol. I know firsthand how easy it

I'm still in my pajamas, it's raining, it's grey, it's cold. It's also 11:00 am. Do you ever feel like you need a vacation after a vacation? That's really not my problem here. It might be too much vacation. I spent 10 days in Orange Beach with my youngest daughter and her friend on spring break. Now here are some girls who know how to chill on vacation! Needless to say, I am having a hard time getting back into the fast pace I usually thrive on. This morning, although I am wo