I just spent my fall break in Sulphur, Oklahoma. I’ve grown up swimming in Little Niagara and hiking up and down Bromide Hill. We have a little house in Sulphur that everyone kinda shares. We always, always, ALWAYS hike and swim in Oklahoma, no matter the season. I mean, it’s early fall and we’re cannon-balling …
I’ve said it emphatically and often. God doesn’t speak to me. I don’t hear His voice and I don’t feel a stirring in my spirit. This is one of the many topics I want to cover in 'I'm Not Wired That Way' but I can’t seem to make headway in any of my writing projects. …
“I love your writing style, Kay, and I know that if you set some writing goals you can write a book next year.” I’m sure you all recognize my mother’s make-a-list-set-a-goal attitude as much as I did. Before I could run, Mom sprung this inspirational get-to-it on me. “Maybe a children's book or a novella...” …
I know it’s been a while since I last wrote, and I apologize. Honestly, I don’t know how my mom does it. I can’t seem to find any free time between school, homework, church, soccer, LTC, etc, meanwhile my mother scurrys about cleaning the house (multiple times a day) cooking breakfast, lunch, and dinner, doin' …
We were at the Fall Festival at a park near our house. Matt was out of town so I was flyin solo with all four kids. We were in line for the inflatables when Max said he needed to use the restroom. I told the girls to stay put and I would be right back. …
I really wanted to believe her. I looked at this radiant example of a biblical-textbook Christian who was relaying a conversation to me that she recently had with God. He talked her through a job relocation situation. She was anxious. He comforted her. She was waiting. He gave her the go-ahead. There was actual back …
I am not an enthusiastic cheerleader. I'm not particularly joyful. I am not an 'everything happens for a reason' platitude giver or receiver. I'm not vulnerable. Because I am not these things, I tend to feel less-than as a Christian. I feel like others 'get it' or 'are there' and I'm an outsider.
Toddlers are tough. Terrible two's and three-nagers, they're exhausting. And of course, there's the teenage years. I've dreaded the teenage years since the day I found out I was pregnant with twin girls. But these tween years, the 10 to 12-year-old range, are brutal. More tantrums than a toddler and as much sass as a …
I didn't want to go. A Bible camp. In Alabama. In late July. With a bunch of people I had never met. I didn't want to go. Twelve hours in the car. With five kids. And my brother... who listens to folk metal. (Do yourself a favor and don't look it up. It's a real …
This is, hands down, the most excited I've been to announce a new post. My darling daughter is an aspiring author and I have the privilege of hosting her first guest blog post. She's cute, quippy, clever, and we would love for you to take a quick minute to read her first published writing. Without …
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