About 15 year ago, I felt God called me to be a speaker. Not really knowing what that even looked like, I ignored it for a lonnnnnng time. Because that's super scary and I thought ...
The day Max was born and I heard him cry for the first time I thought, “Oh my gosh, we’re responsible for a real human.”
It felt scary, but in the best way possible.
For the past 6 years I’ve been a work-from-home/stay-at-home mom. There’s a balancing act (that I often cried about) juggling the needs of our two kiddos while working from home.
Lately, Holy Spirit has taken me down a road of re-disovering community. Last week, that road lead me to Carol Kent's Speak Up conference. It's a Christian conference for men and women who are speakers, writers or both. The story on how I ended up there was a "magical Jesus moment"
A little over two years ago I found myself searching the national sex offender registry. I held my breath as I typed in Frank’s name. Every few years or so I would look on the registry and find peace in the fact that his name wasn’t on it. That meant he had gotten the help he needed and he wasn't hurting anyone. On this day particular day, there was no peace, just his mugshot.