Seven months into parenthood, I knew something had to change. I had expected the diaper changes, the snotty noses, even the sleepless nights; but I had not anticipated the frustration, the fear, or the perpetual feeling of falling behind. I woke up one morning to my daughter babbling in her crib. ... READ the POST
Crafting a Rhythm of Grace for Your Morning
There is something about the morning that lends itself to worship. The stillness. The quiet. The newness of the day. The beauty of the morning had been completely lost on me until six years ago. Up to that point, I had been a lover of sleep, craving ten or more hours of sleep a night. My love ... READ the POST
