love well. live full.
In January I started writing about chasing the God-sized dream in my heart. Of course, it all started with me realizing I wasn’t even sure what that dream was and learning to listen so He could show me. It hasn’t been an easy journey for me, this God-size dream chasing.
This child? This girl all to quickly turning to woman? I look at her and she takes my breath away. She is funny. She is bright. She is the very best kind of friend. She loves big and lives big. She’s passionate and creative. She dances and she cheers. And
So, here’s the deal … I have too many friends who dream big, God-sized dreams and have faith that moves mountains and hearts that draw others close. Therefore, I am modifying the assignment and writing a few postcards to some dreamers I know. Hope Holley doesn’t mind too much. 🙂
This week is one of those crazy-busy, tear-out-your-hair, meet-yourself-coming-and-going kind of weeks. My husband is leading worship for a revival. My daughter’s spring musical is Thursday and Friday. I have a speaking engagement Thursday night and (in)RL is this weekend. My house is a wreck. The vacuum died on Monday
Dear Chihuahua of Fear, I have some things I’d like to say to you. I say them because your yippy little voice echoes through my heart and my head. Your annoying yapping has caused me to let go of my hopes and dreams more times than I care to admit.
With the abandon rarely found as we get older, my daughter and her friend raced to the kiddie coaster at a local park. They jumped on board and with arms raised high the laughed and screamed as the ride twisted and turned. I lost count of how many times the
