God Can Heal Our Broken Potatoes. Walk in a pool of custard. Read for a long period of time.

Monday, February 19, 2018. Four years of Katie has been. Four years of sunshine and roses. Four years of joy and smiles. This is the sign that I am giving for all ages to come,. Of the covenant between me and you. I set my bow in the clouds to serve as a sign. Of the covenant between me and the earth.

I have weeds growing in my garden. Despite my best efforts to defeat them, they grow up effortlessly from the soil as if that is where they are meant to be. Some are small, sneaky. They seem harmless initially, but they too will grow to steal what was planned to be good. I have weeds in my garden. The funny thing is my heart, much like my garden often grows weeds. But, when left untouched they grow up, just like the weeds i.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018. A couple weeks ago, Yoyo took it .

Dispatches from a Good News Girl. Stories of Grace in a World that Needs Hope. Holiest, and Most Vulnerable Desire. My curated space of inspiring words and imagery. I believe in you, because I believe in Jesus. You matter to Him, and you matter to me.

50 Women Every Christian Should Know. The Latest from the Blog. When God Is a Lot Like the Parent of a Teenager. My friend Kimberly Coyle is a beautifully gifted writer, and this year, she is offering something really special to help us quiet our minds .

Book reviews, author interviews and more. The Catholic Post Book Reviews. Local, Catholic, and Online. This summer, I have decided to work my way through the. Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

A Love Letter to My Body. Grit Calls Out to Grit. My Child, My Backpack And The Long Days Of Motherhood. When my daughter Lucy was three, I decided to get intentional about her education. I Could Maybe, Possibly, Perhaps, Actually Learn to Swim. Brave Women Run In My Family. Take a Walk on the Wild Side.