Never Stop Looking Forward
At 54, I’ve discovered something I didn’t fully appreciate when I was younger: Having something to look forward to matters more than I ever realized. Maybe it’s because life feels different now. My son is approaching 30. My daughter is 25. I have a grandchild...
The Gift of Presence
This month kept pulling me toward one word: presence. Not the rushed, distracted version we all fall into sometimes. Real presence. The kind that slows down enough to notice people, linger in conversations, show up for family, encourage someone hurting, or simply make room for...
What We Pass Down
May has a way of making us think about generations. Graduation season reminds us how quickly children become young adults. Mother’s Day reminds us of the women who shaped us. And spring itself seems to whisper that life keeps moving forward, whether we’re ready or...
Still Being Shaped
April has a way of reminding us that growth doesn’t happen all at once. It shows up in small ways. Longer days. Warmer air. A little more color coming back into the world. And if we’re paying attention, it shows up in us too —...
A Larger Life
March has a way of turning the lights on. The days stretch a little longer. The air softens. And suddenly we start noticing things we somehow ignored all winter — dust on the baseboards, clutter in the garage, and sometimes… clutter in our own head...
“The Many Faces of Love”
February has a way of making us think about love. Not the movie‑script kind. Not just roses and reservations and the perfectly timed card. But the kind of love that actually shows up — year after year, season after season — and quietly holds everything...
“The Gift of Starting Again”
There’s something about January that makes you pause. Maybe it’s the quiet that finally arrives after the holidays — the last ornament boxed up, the family gatherings wrapped, the peppermint bark mysteriously disappearing from the pantry. Or maybe it’s the unmistakable energy that pulses through...
Love at the Center of It All!
Every December, I find myself circling back to the simple wonder of that first Christmas—when the Savior entered our broken world, not with spectacle, but with presence. No headlines. No wrapping. Just hope, wrapped in humility. A gift from the heart of God to a...
Gravy-Stained Gratitude
November has a funny way of sneaking up on us. One minute we’re sweating through early fall football games, and the next we’re Googling “how to thaw a turkey” and wondering where we stashed the good tablecloth (and if the cranberry stain from 2019 still...
Seasons of Showing Up
If August felt like the warm-up act, September is the main event. Down here in Alabama, we like to pretend fall is in the air—lighting cinnamon candles while the thermometer reads 92°, sipping pumpkin coffee in shorts, and convincing ourselves a crisp breeze is just...