But you’re like, twelve… (This is thirty).

As a kid, did you ever wonder what you’d be like as an adult? Did you ever try to picture what you’d look like, act like, be like? When I was twelve, I used to try and picture myself as old, an adult, you know like, twenty-five. Because back then, twenty-five sounded really old. And,Continue reading “But you’re like, twelve… (This is thirty).”

A year of parenthood. A year of grace. Lots and lots of grace.

A year ago today, Brooks was twenty-eight days old.  I was twenty-eight days into motherhood.  Twenty-eight days into the biggest change of my life.  Twenty-eight days into a life of unpredictability, heart-wrenching emotion and exuberant joy.   Twenty-eight days.  Brooks was so little.  Everything was so new.  I was so lost. Postpartum depression, sleep deprivationContinue reading “A year of parenthood. A year of grace. Lots and lots of grace.”

Joy and Sorrow. Sorrow and Joy.

I was tossing and turning, staring at the clock wondering how much sleep I’d get if I fell asleep NOW. Or NOW. Okay, NOW. It was one of those nights… It was a Sunday evening and Adam and I just had the whole week off for a little “staycation.”  We had a great week ofContinue reading “Joy and Sorrow. Sorrow and Joy.”

It is well.

When you awoke this morning, eyes blurred and arms stretched out, was your first thought for the day, “it is well?”  Sadly I’d say for many of us, it indeed was not.  It is not well.  I am not okay.  This is not the way life was supposed to be.  For many it’s just anotherContinue reading “It is well.”

Put the fancy dress away.

I’m sitting here in my pajamas, with sweatpants on with holes in the bottom.  My shirt is way too big.  My hair looks like I may have been electrocuted in the middle of the night.  My breath stinks because I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.  This is me.  On a Saturday morning.  In all my glory.  IContinue reading “Put the fancy dress away.”

Does everything really happen for a reason?

A couple of weeks ago while driving my normal route to work, in an area I don’t spend too much time in except to cut through to the highway, a detour was placed on the exact roads I needed to take to get to that highway.  Furthermore, this detour was taking place in an already congested area,Continue reading “Does everything really happen for a reason?”

Walking in the Wilderness

It’s a lesson everyone agrees with, but one no one wants to go through. To be in the wilderness. To go through the desert. To walk through the valley of the shadow of death. How we get to that place varies in all of us, whether it’s tragedy, a bad diagnosis, divorce, depression, anxiety, etc.Continue reading “Walking in the Wilderness”

Walk through Darkness

I love to be able to sit and write out my own thoughts, but sometimes it’s better to sit back and read someone else’s. Below are the eloquent words of my friend and fellow writer, Shakirah A. Hill, who just submitted her first book proposal, is an incredible speaker and a joy to know and read.Continue reading “Walk through Darkness”

My pursuit of unhappiness.

It is now June. I haven’t posted on my blog since February. I guess I could come up with millions of excuses, but there’s really only one reason. My blog is titled Faithful Thoughts. But my thoughts have been hardly faithful over the last few months as I struggle with doubt, trust, faith, and even belief inContinue reading “My pursuit of unhappiness.”

I have a confession to make …

I am not a joyful person. Gosh, that feels good to admit. Contrary to what my blog tries to portray and how I try to be fun, loving and motivational on Social Media, none of that actually comes naturally to me. Joy does not come naturally to me. Faithful thoughts (you know, the title ofContinue reading “I have a confession to make …”