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Holy time that I am so grateful for.
Because sometimes you just need to document to remember those holy lunches and the people who love you well
Because sometimes you just need to document to remember those holy lunches and the people who love you well
On November 1st*, I shared with the world a dream come true—Chad and I had purchased a beautiful property to create our future retreat space, Monarch Meadows Retreat. By February*, I had to let you know that after much planning, dreaming,
As someone who truly only came to her faith after losing three babies and ending the infertility journey without kids, I have not only heard, read, and studied the scriptures on suffering, but I have them memorized, embedded into me,
I will never get to experience the pride of seeing my child score the winning goal or ace the test or be kind to a stranger or graduate or get the dream job or walk down the aisle to a
Comparison has stolen so much from me in the past. And I let it. Is my life enough? Am I doing enough? Am I fun enough? Am I successful enough? Do I have enough? Am I enough? I think I'm finally learning the only enough that needs any
May we all feel it all. Tired and grateful. Grief and joy. It is there we turn toward one another, meet each other, and walk one another through it together. Merry Christmas magic.
The day before my last event of 2023 means a day of full-on rest. Because you can't give what you don't have. I can reflect and wrap up next week. Because the truth is that there is a lot to reflect on and
May we remember that our little, rather simple (and yet still extraordinary) three-pound brain is wired to keep us safe and comfortable. And to do that it is wired to look for lack, problem-solve the difficulty even if there isn't
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