I would be a mess if I tried to scour the clearance rack at Nordstrom for that perfect little outfit.
When I got married, I didn’t know how to boil an egg and the first experience my husband had with me in the kitchen was when I almost sliced off my finger while cutting a tomato.
I spent most of my kids’ youngest years on the floor, unshowered, half asleep certain I would never get any of this mamahood thing right.
I am not a fitness guru and can’t tell you 10 ways to make life easier in 5 days.
I am an expert at putting my foot in my mouth with the best of intentions.
But I love comfy blankets, fuzzy socks and the softness of a brand new sweatshirt on a chilly morning.
I love holding a warm cup of coffee in the dark of the morning before my world realizes I’m awake.
I cherish moments with my family and my friends and the deep conversations that happen beside crackling fires.
Most of all, I savor the promise that God never gives up on me.
That I am never too old or late or broken to hope.
That I fail daily but my failures are only the beginning of the story because of Grace.
I’m so glad you have come to visit.
I hope that you will be able to sink into a soft place wearing your comfiest pants, knowing you have permission to breathe here and celebrate that you are already enough because of the promise that God adores who you are right where you are.