Shamed, But Unashamed

February 17th. It’s a special kind of day; my Dad’s birthday. It’s also the day I receive a rose from him in honor of Josiah Day. It all started five years ago when he had a red rose delivered to my home; it represented the love God has for me and my dreams. The next…

The Day I Realized I Had Stopped Dreaming

“What is this?” I said as I pulled out a baby bottle nearly filled to the top with poppy seeds. My husband and I had just moved into our new home a couple of months ago and last week I decided to tackle the only room left that needed to be unpacked and organized. What…

It’s Odd

  It’s odd. This room. The furniture. Because the room itself doesn’t match where I am in my life.  It only matches where I want to be and where my sweet dreams take me at night. Not many even know this room exists.  And to be honest?  I like to keep it that way.  Because…

Risking My Reputation

I stood in the baby section of Walmart today in celebration of Josiah Day (see links below) and while my original plan was to grab a package of diapers, maybe even some wipes (trying to play it safe), I accidentally went one aisle too far and found myself in the baby shoes/socks aisle. Sigh.  There…

When Having Faith Is Hard

One year ago today my husband and I took a leap of faith in our hopeful journey to become parents and put together a crib for our yet to be conceived baby bird and we proudly set it up in our yet to be used nursery room.  For the last 365 days though, the room…