Faith

Sunday morning comes around and the temptation to sleep in is strong! But then, you consider the importance of your spiritual life. Like sleeping and eating, investing in yourself spiritually is essential to your well-being. So, you make the decision to get up and go. Plus, you want your children to attend Sunday school, and it’s always nice to gather with friends and family. But what else is “church?” Hebrews 10:25 tells us, “…not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.” Acts 2:42 references church as a community of believers in Jesus Christ who “devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to

Fear, do you know it? It’s such a small word but one that can cripple you in so many ways. We all experience fear at some point in our lives, but there is a big difference between fear, as in being scared which is a normal human emotion, and living in fear of the unknown and allowing that to encapsulate you. In order the get a better understanding of fear, let’s look at the definition of it. Fear is being afraid of someone or something as likely to be dangerous, painful, or threatening and a feeling of anxiety concerning the outcome of something or the safety and well-being of someone. After reading the above definition, how many of you can pinpoint some form

I practice a fusion of pilates and yoga. If you have tried either of these bodyweight exercises, you know the struggle of the wobble. Balance is key when you are going through any series of stretches, but especially when you are balancing on one foot while lifting the opposite up in the air. Or, when you are in plank trying to distribute your weight evenly between your wrists and feet all while focusing on your core. If you do not have a focus point while doing these exercises, a spot on your mat, or a place on the wall in front of you, you wobble. I like to look around. It is hard for me to focus on one spot while my

As I sit here gazing out the window of our motorhome, feeling a little sorry for myself, I was given the blessing of witnessing a precious encounter between two little girls. First, I was feeling sorry for myself because I am sick. I have been running a low-grade fever, coughing, and I feel like a tire that has a moderate leak in it, meaning I can’t do much without the need for a nap. I even had to nap after my shower. After a long bought of bad weather, it’s finally nice here. So, we get to go camping, but I end up sick…where is the justice? Alrighty, enough of my soapbox whining and on to this precious moment I had the

I’m reading a book by Sarah Beth Marr called Dreaming with God: A Bold Call to Step Out and Follow God’s Lead. It reminds me that sharing my hopes and desires with God brings me closer to him. I’m a dreamer. I always have been. There’s nothing better than the moment your aspirations become a reality. Growing up, I loved fashion. From the time I was two years old, I was picking out my own clothes, and early on I told my mom I wanted to buy clothes for a living. At the age of 24, I became the youngest assistant buyer at the JCPenney headquarters in Plano, TX. When I was in high school, I joined the Italian club to learn

Mixed Connective Tissue Disease (MCTD) is an extremely rare autoimmune disease. In fact, it is so rare that no one knows what causes it, and there is no cure. It is a combination of four separate autoimmune diseases that manifest in many different ways with many different symptoms. In a nutshell, if you have MCTD, your body slowly kills itself. My mom was diagnosed with MCTD in 2003, even though she had started showing symptoms as far back as 1997. At the time, her doctors only gave her about five-seven years to live. They really had no idea what to expect or how to treat her, so she became a living case study. Experimental treatment after experimental treatment only seemed to delay