love well. live full.
So, last year my first traditionally published book released. Encouraging girl moms with the words of Praying for Girls: Asking God for the Things They Need Most was a dream come true. And it was overwhelming and exhausting. Sort of like that first few months with a baby when you’re never really sure what
In July 1995 Scott and I sat in the Pizza Hut in Muscle Shoals, Alabama, shocked about my pregnancy. Just a few weeks before, a fertility specialist in Birmingham had basically assured us that day would never come. Our miracle baby, the one for whom we had prayed for almost
Last week, Casiday and I were in Sephora, which is basically a department store of makeup. She wandered the aisles looking at brushes and serums and palettes. I followed behind, asking what I hope were reasonably intelligent questions. My girl loves makeup. She loves trying new products and new techniques.
Twenty-one years ago I stood at the altar at Highland Park Baptist Church in Muscle Shoals, Alabama, and amidst a lot of laughter and in the presence of lots of friends and family, I promised to love and honor Scott Underwood as his wife. Since then we’ve moved a few
A couple of weeks ago, after I had shared my testimony in church, one of my former Sunday school teachers sent me a card. Like a real card in the mail. I can’t even begin to explain how much it meant to me that she had taken the time to
Y’all, Praying for Girls: Asking God for the Things They Need Most will release in less than four months. It still feels surreal to me. I’m waiting on the final round of edits and working on all the book launch preparations and basically every day pinching myself because I can’t
