be still and smile

What do Sundays mean to you? For me Sundays = family. Family and food. Family, food and Jesus. Sundays are when we wake up slow, when the crackling of bacon and sizzle of eggs is heard and the smell wafts through our home, bringing the family together. Sundays are when coffee beans are ground and the whistle of our tea kettle takes on the role of our rooster in the home, reminding us it is time to wake up. Sundays are the day I relish in cozying in my spot on the couch where

Who is ready for 2018 to go? Anyone wish it would linger a little longer? I have always found myself ready for a new year, ready for a new Monday... ready to start fresh. 2018 was quite the year for our family... the second half of my cancer journey took place in 2018... Don’t get me wrong 2018 had some pretty fantastic moments… my daughters growing and learning just brings me so much joy. It snowed in Texas as we rang in the New Year, which is pretty uncommon and awesome. We

During this season of Christmas, many embrace joy and gladness. The twinkling lights dazzle and the spirit of the season stirs up an awakening of magic and…hope. Others are experiencing, struggles and the reminder of such a season of cheer drowns them in their own despair and brings relentless thoughts of fear. Both of these feelings are completely valid and are allowed to co-mingle during the season of Christmas. The message I learned at church this past Sunday focused on ju

Our church is doing a special series on mental health called, The Unmentionables. The first one was last week and it was fantastic. I love that our pastor isn’t afraid to speak beyond the fluff, to core issues that our society deals with…even if they aren’t PC. Last week the focus was on depression, anxiety and suicide… it didn’t take long for tears to start streaming down my face during the sermon as he discussed the ins and outs of what anxiety and depression really are. Be

This is a two-part blog, first part is about my faith and my mental stability throughout this whole battle. The second part is about my physical well-being and actually staying “well” while battling cancer. As far as my faith goes, it is truly the only thing that gets me through the day. I cannot imagine dealing with this battle without believing in God and believing in Christ and the Holy Spirit. I can't imagine not having that hope that anchor to grip onto…gives me hope a

“The goodness of God endures continuously. “ Psalms 52 Church on Sunday talked about Killing Giants: Difficult Times. Clearly this one spoke quite loudly for us as we are at the beginning of a very difficult time. One we did not anticpate or expect or have any hint at whatsoever. When going through a difficult time such as this one can either get mad and play the blame game or one can look around at the blessings. I think you all know which category I land in. I have noticed

Everyone has fears…fear of flying, fear of heights, fear of spiders, fear of the unknown, fear of public speaking, and of course, fear of death. And these fears can hold us back from achieving all kinds of things...traveling to incredible destinations, views of sunsets that take our breath away, succeeding wildly in our career. Some fears are good, they keep us reigned in and some are bad, they hold us back. In the sermon, this week we focused on fear as the giant. Of course,

Day 11- We went to church and I felt like everyone was staring at me. Some I am sure had no idea that I was walking around with cancer. Some knew and leaned in to give Evan a hug as we walked by. The gospel music made us (Evan, my mom and I) all cry. The sermon was the beginning of a new series called Killing Giants, pretty close to home. The start was about image and how the only image we should care about is the one that God sees. After church we were gifted a lake house in