We laughed over peanut butter hamburgers and Thanksgiving fries, slapped at mosquitos, and shared our stories. Stories that still leave us speechless. Stories that aren't finished yet. We cried tears, humbled that God had allowed us to be a part of His eternal plan. To become mothers through adoption. Each story unique, but each one a story of obedience, faith, and having to get over what people thought of the journey we were on. Kelly Jo went to Africa to fight for her daughter. I met our Continue Reading

The present is poopy diapers, sticky hands, and little fingers tapping lightly on my back. It's stepping on Little People and tripping over trucks that are scattered across the living room floor. It's trying to fold laundry with a toddler who's determined to unfold each piece. It's 18-month doctor appointments and wondering where the time has gone. It's realizing that although I don't get to open my Bible and soak in God's word as much as I'd like or pray without interruptions, I'm Continue Reading

As September begins to fade away, the aroma of Fall teases my senses. Fall is my absolute favorite time of the year. So many memories attached to the crisp, colorful, months. Tossing a football with an old boyfriend. An OU/Texas rivalry. My wedding day. Handing out food boxes to the near homeless in my community. Pumpkins and Thanksgiving and fall scented candles. By the time August rolls around, I'll be sick of the scorching Oklahoma heat. I will be begging for my favorite Continue Reading

After the devastating views I've seen this week, I am thankful for views like this. This week has been hard. God has taught me lessons and the main one is that Jackson is my first priority. Before I became a mommy, I would have volunteered, I would have picked up debris, I would have handed out a meal. At one point in my life, I grabbed a press pass and my notebook and headed into the storm to cover the story. After an F5 destroyed my community this week, I learned my role is different. I Continue Reading

Jackson woke up at 2:30 this morning, adamant that we get up and get him. Middle of the night meltdowns and lack of sleep makes for a crabby mommy.  I find that a lof of negative thoughts swarm through my mind in the wee morning hours when the sun is nowhere near the horizon. The devil makes sure to whisper what an awful mother I am and I tend to believe the lie. I put Jackson back in his bed, he continued to cry, and I cried too. I begged God for a friend. Don't get me wrong. I have Continue Reading