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Purpose. In this context, you look at it as a verb. A verb describes an action, an occurrence, or a state of being. To purpose something is to have it as one’s intention or objective. To intend. To mean. To aim. To plan. To design. And when we say “in the,” we are talking about right in the smack-dab middle. Then there is pause. In this context, it is a noun. A temporary stop in action or speech. A stop. An interruption. A break. A standstill. But even a pause has intention.

Right now my little boy is real into me asking him questions and playing “would you rather”. One evening we were playing outside and I asked him two questions “If you could buy mommy anything in the world what would it be?” “What do you wanna be when you grow up ?” His answers blew me away, especially since they came from a 6 year old. “Mommy, I wanna good family. You know like I wanna be a good daddy” This little man has always loved babies and stuffed animals. He takes

I didn’t grow up imagining motherhood this way. Like many women, I had a picture in my mind—one that included tiny socks, late-night lullabies, and children who shared my eyes or my smile. I thought I understood how the story would go. But life, in its quiet and unexpected way, had something different in mind for me. Motherhood didn’t arrive with a positive test or a nursery to decorate. It came when I said “yes” to loving a man named Martin—and with him, a grown son who woul

It’s funny how we look around and see that mom and think she has it all together, she lives in this perfect fairytale life, she is the “perfect fairytale mom.” We look at her cute outfit or how she has her hair done. We see her makeup done in a simple way because she simply doesn’t need it. It’s the inevitable trap: We see her. We see ourselves. We compare, seeing our shortcomings and her advances. We instantly create the “perfect fairytale” version of a mom in our head. We t

Before I had my Gracie girl, people would ask me, “Are you going to breastfeed?” And I always answered, “Yes, I’m going to try… but if I can’t, it will be fine.” I meant that. Or at least, I thought I did. I was so excited about breastfeeding that I stocked up on hundreds of storage bags, already imagining a freezer full of milk. In my mind, I was an oversupplier before I ever even began. HA! Fast forward to now, and I’m lucky if I produce 3 oz a day. A day. And the disappoi

As we step into a season full of growth, sunshine, and new beginnings—I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to truly live in community. This month is also a little special for me—it’s my birthday month. And birthdays have a way of making you pause and reflect… not just on where you’ve been, but on who you’ve walked alongside to get here. So often, life pulls us in a hundred different directions. We get busy, overwhelmed, or even a little guarded. But God never designed