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today i am finding my fight song… with a single match, it will light an explosion. i will share only because i am called to. this is not easy. i can feel my heart racing as i know the unraveling of truth that has been hidden away from my own thoughts for years & years…

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one of those days

last August i shared a secret part of my struggle when i wrote a post called “there are days“. it has been read over 250,000 times, pinned on Pinterest more than 360,000 times and each week i receive a comment or a sweet, gentle note confirming that i wrote my post to give words to…

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Word of the Year 2015

it is 2015 and i am taking on for the first time, a word of the year. i could only think of 1 word. which.. if you know me well, know this is typically VERY difficult for me! 🙂 >>>   i am busy. i love staying busy and being productive. i love crossing off…

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it’s merry.

last year i wrote a post called Santa’s Dead… a little chit chat between my daughter and a Lowe’s employee and Abigail’s bold, beautiful delivery of the true reason for the season. this year the children have continued to ask questions about Jesus and coming to earth to save our sins. celebrating His birth.  …

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i am weary.

as time has past, as time does… it’s closing in on 2 years of being a single momma to my two sweet children. 2 weary years. 2 years of battling for safety. 2 years begging God for a hedge of protection around us. 2 years of weary, long, exhausting days full of long to-do lists…

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a fire.

some days i awake with fresh eagerness to embrace the day. breakfast is being made with music playing, kids laughing, Henry (our yellow lab pup) vying for attention. after checking the weather we plan our day with a piece of construction paper and a crayola marker. i answer curious questions from intelligent children as we…

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in between sizes

where do i even begin with my junk for today… completely killed one of my fingerprints with a battle between a large boulder & a wheel-barrel hyper-extended my hip years ago and dealing with a chiropractor’s order & no exercise until further notice my favorite car sits dead in my driveway i’ve been pulling late…

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there are days…

until i turned 30 i never hated a day of the year. no dates were avoided, overlooked or dismissed. i enjoyed them all. in addition, my empathy was on permanent hiatus. i lived in a perfect little bubble that allowed everyone, including myself to believe that my life was ideal. a healthy marriage of more…

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