I’m a cleaner. With three little mess makers, you might not know it if you walk into my house on any given day. But, if you’d look closely you’d probably see it. I like to know that things are clean. That they have ...

It all started when I became a mom.

When my first child was six weeks old, I ...

When I was a teenager, I worked part-time in a local linen shop. It wasn’t the kind of place you’d expect to find most teenagers. In fact, in the sum total of the three years I worked there, I probably saw less than a handful come through the store. We sold linens: Sheets. Pillows. Towels. ...

Day Thirty-one: Soar

It was just a click.

Day Thirty: Spirit-filled

It’s fitting that today is Halloween. This weekend, I had several opportunities to watch scary movies, and read a few ghost stories. ...

Day Twenty-nine:  Lasting Change

When I was a young teenager, moving to a new town, I decided that I would transform myself. ...

Day Twenty-eight: Prayer is Pivotal

For many, prayer is a difficult and confusing thing. It should be simple, right? But we worry if we’re doing it ...

Day Twenty-Seven: Cleaning Up the Aftermath

Nearly thirty years ago, my mother moved me and my brother to a small town in North Carolina. It was the one in which she’d grown up. The ...

Day Twenty-Six:

During one of the most difficult seasons of our trial, I had three flat tires in six months. Yep. It felt like I couldn’t even tap the gas pedal without one of ...

Day Twenty-five: Perfect Progress

Before I was a Christian, Christians scared me. What was it with these perfect people? And why were they so intent on pulling me into perfection? I would never live up to their standards. Didn’t they know what a mess ...