Carry Me
My youngest child is, what we have come to assume must be, the outcome of all of our recessive genetics coming out in one kid. Where his siblings all have dark hair and eyes and…
Author: Aleah
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Word Wednesday: New
New- 2 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. I remember reading this verse in high school and being…
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Word Wednesday: Move
Move—Deuteronomy 2:1-3 “Then we turned and journeyed into the wilderness in the direction of the Red Sea, as the Lord told me. And for many days we traveled around Mount Seir. 2 Then the Lord said to me, 3 ‘You have been traveling around…
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Word Wednesday: View
Hey friends! I’ve been participating in a writing challenge and thought I would share some of my work with you. The challenge is to write daily for five minutes, for 31 days. There are daily prompts…
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Book Review: A Beautiful Disaster
I have come to a place in my experience as a reader to believe good books, like many other tools we need in life, are purposed for us to read at the proper moment. When…
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Questioning Whether Housework Is Overrated
Like any parent, I am consistently amazed by my children. I have four, two girls and two boys, aged nine and under. They have each been gifted with an individual set of talents, but if…
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When You’re In A Drought
I read a list of tips for teaching by Joyce Meyer years ago, around the time I started blogging. I don’t remember any of it now except one bullet point: Never teach anything you’re not…
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Book Review: Teach Us To Want
One of the biggest perks for me about all the new relationships I’m forming through this writing gig is that I’m now receiving books–for free! And not just any books, but books written by women…
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What I’m Up To
Hey friends! I’m not one to write a post about nothing in particular, but I’ve been so busy with a couple exciting projects that I just haven’t gotten around to blogging. My mom mentioned (in…
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the little things: i should have been someone else
The sound of my boots clicking on the gleaming cream linoleum as I walk the long empty hallway resonates through the air and echoes in my soul. I breathe deeply, slowly in rhythm with my…