• I’ve read several posts lately regarding teaching children to learn to “sit in church.” Y’all. I have absolutely Z E R O desire for my child to know how to sit in church. I want him to know how to BE the Church—yes, capital C. It’s not important to me that he find a way to be quiet for an hour (or more) while I try to glean some information from a sermon I’m distracted from while trying to police him for that time. I would much rather him be in an age-appropriate setting learning at his level, freeing up my husband and I to serve and be part of reaching those who are not yet believers. How else is he going to take it out into the world with him? {Insert argument that it’s my responsibility to teach that to him here.} For our family, Sunday is for serving; it’s for helping those far from Christ come to know Him. The best way we can model that (ie, teach him) is to show up and serve. What an honor to be part of someone coming to know Christ!
    I’ve read several posts lately regarding teaching children to learn to “sit in church.” Y’all. I have absolutely Z E R O desire for my child to know how to sit in church. I want him to know how to BE the Church—yes, capital C. It’s not important to me that he find a way to be quiet for an hour (or more) while I try to glean some information from a sermon I’m distracted from while trying to police him for that time. I would much rather him be in an age-appropriate setting learning at his level, freeing up my husband and I to serve and be part of reaching those who are not yet believers. How else is he going to take it out into the world with him? {Insert argument that it’s my responsibility to teach that to him here.} For our family, Sunday is for serving; it’s for helping those far from Christ come to know Him. The best way we can model that (ie, teach him) is to show up and serve. What an honor to be part of someone coming to know Christ!
  • No rain. Hot. Muggy. Winning. #BTHOulm
    No rain. Hot. Muggy. Winning. #BTHOulm
  • If we were having a coffee ☕️ date this morning, I wouldn’t be wearing this because this photo is from yesterday evening. 😉 However, I would tell you that while the wait for our baby is hard—SO hard—it is so, so sweet to walk next to precious mamas and daddies who are coming closer to the end of their journey. My heart is full of J O Y today thinking about a friend’s family who is changing forever today. 💛 (Side note: in the boy’s devotional this morning, they were referring to joy as happy. No. Not the same. He recognized it right away. Happy mom. 😍) • I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: there is room to celebrate 🎉🎉 you while we wait. Your good news in no way changes our circumstances. Matter of fact, it gives me hope. It gives me peace. It gives me reminders that our God is a good, good Father. We are seen and known and loved in and through our wait. • If we were having a coffee ☕️ date today, what would you share? What’s on your heart?
    If we were having a coffee ☕️ date this morning, I wouldn’t be wearing this because this photo is from yesterday evening. 😉 However, I would tell you that while the wait for our baby is hard—SO hard—it is so, so sweet to walk next to precious mamas and daddies who are coming closer to the end of their journey. My heart is full of J O Y today thinking about a friend’s family who is changing forever today. 💛 (Side note: in the boy’s devotional this morning, they were referring to joy as happy. No. Not the same. He recognized it right away. Happy mom. 😍) • I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: there is room to celebrate 🎉🎉 you while we wait. Your good news in no way changes our circumstances. Matter of fact, it gives me hope. It gives me peace. It gives me reminders that our God is a good, good Father. We are seen and known and loved in and through our wait. • If we were having a coffee ☕️ date today, what would you share? What’s on your heart?
  • #BTHOclemson
    #BTHOclemson
  • I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t look at this man, this husband of mine, at least two or three times a week and ask, “When do you think we’ll get a baby?” While I know he doesn’t have any more of an answer than I do, there is just something comforting about knowing he’s down in the trenches with me. Knowing that every time I hunker down, someone’s got my back. And, while I know that Jesus will never leave us or forsake us in this journey, I am so grateful to be yoked with someone who believes as I do and waits with me and loves me through it all. Someone who challenges me and helps me grow. He’s beside me when I wake him in the middle of the night to double-check on a low snack or insulin dose; he’s next to me for my highest highs and all my grand adventures. He even meets me at the gas station to pump my fuel. Find someone who will be in your corner. Someone who complements you and compliments you. Work together. Grow together. Choose each other every day.
    I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t look at this man, this husband of mine, at least two or three times a week and ask, “When do you think we’ll get a baby?” While I know he doesn’t have any more of an answer than I do, there is just something comforting about knowing he’s down in the trenches with me. Knowing that every time I hunker down, someone’s got my back. And, while I know that Jesus will never leave us or forsake us in this journey, I am so grateful to be yoked with someone who believes as I do and waits with me and loves me through it all. Someone who challenges me and helps me grow. He’s beside me when I wake him in the middle of the night to double-check on a low snack or insulin dose; he’s next to me for my highest highs and all my grand adventures. He even meets me at the gas station to pump my fuel. Find someone who will be in your corner. Someone who complements you and compliments you. Work together. Grow together. Choose each other every day.
  • In church this morning, we talked about what it means to S P E A K God’s word. Not read it to ourselves or write it down or tuck it into our hearts, but S P E A K it. Goodness, I used to struggle with this. I didn’t feel equipped or able to speak His word because I didn’t feel like I knew it well enough. I am so grateful for a season of learning how to learn, dig in, and write it on my heart so that I could S P E A K it. I want to share what God does in our lives. I want to share how He works in the every day. I want to pray aloud—for and over our friends, family, and even strangers. Today, as we reflected on the message on our way home from lunch, we talked about speaking our prayers for our sweet girl aloud more often. We want to do more than just say, “I wonder when she is coming,” or pray silently about it. We want to speak our prayers out loud and pray them boldly. We know she is coming. He has told us. We just don’t know when or how. So, while we wait, we will S P E A K.
    In church this morning, we talked about what it means to S P E A K God’s word. Not read it to ourselves or write it down or tuck it into our hearts, but S P E A K it. Goodness, I used to struggle with this. I didn’t feel equipped or able to speak His word because I didn’t feel like I knew it well enough. I am so grateful for a season of learning how to learn, dig in, and write it on my heart so that I could S P E A K it. I want to share what God does in our lives. I want to share how He works in the every day. I want to pray aloud—for and over our friends, family, and even strangers. Today, as we reflected on the message on our way home from lunch, we talked about speaking our prayers for our sweet girl aloud more often. We want to do more than just say, “I wonder when she is coming,” or pray silently about it. We want to speak our prayers out loud and pray them boldly. We know she is coming. He has told us. We just don’t know when or how. So, while we wait, we will S P E A K.