Knowing and Believing

After three and a half years of trying, waiting and hoping, it had finally happened. A positive pregnancy test. After three and a half years of trying and waiting, I wondered if my child bearing years were maybe…just…over. Only those closest to me knew how much I longed to hold another baby in my arms, how many pregnancy tests I’d taken, how discouraged I was when they all came up negative. When you have three happy, healthy children already, you don’t necessarily talk about wanting another—it almost seems selfish. So we waited. And hoped. And trusted. Then, finally, there it was: “pregnant” printed boldly across the test I’d just taken. I burst into tears. The first thing I did was offer praise to the Giver of life who’d seen fit to bless us once again. Onan and I were ecstatic. So were the kids. We told our families, our church, and our closest friends–those who knew our story, who would rejoice with us, and who would pray for this little life growing inside of me. As is our custom, my husband and I immediately began to argue about baby names (thank goodness for veto power!). We discussed fun and creative ways to “Facebook announce” the pregnancy. And we could not stop dreaming about the new little one who would join us in the spring.

But at the first sonogram, when I should have been almost eight weeks along, the screen showed that I was only measuring just past six, and when I asked the technician about a heartbeat, she said, “If there is one, I’m not able to detect it.” Still, my doctors were cautiously optimistic. “Your hCG levels are high,” they told me, “maybe your dates are wrong? Let’s do another sonogram in a week to see where you are.” I doubted my dates were wrong. When you are waiting and hoping for a baby, you keep careful track. But I held tight to a scrap of hope, knowing that dates can be wrong and that God can do anything. We assembled our prayer warriors, and pray, they did—every day with us for that week of waiting.

But at the next sonogram, the screen showed the exact same picture it had the week before. No growth. No heartbeat. This time my doctors said “Miscarriage.”

I had felt mentally prepared for this outcome. I know the statistics. More importantly, I know women—many, many godly, precious women—who have endured miscarriages. Why should I be spared? I know Romans 8:28—I shout it out to anyone who will listen! I’ve lived it. I know people who are living it right now, suffering unfathomable loss. And I had wanted to trust no matter what. I wanted to say with Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego that my God is able to deliver me from fiery furnaces, but even if he does not, I will still trust him. I wanted to say with Job, “Though he slay me, I will hope in him.” I wanted to sing that the Lord gives and takes away; blessed be the name of the Lord. I know God is good. I know that he is sovereign. I know it.

But in bed that night after the second sonogram that confirmed my baby had died, I struggled to believe it. As I cried angry, bitter tears, I asked God what kind of cruel joke miscarriage is. I told him that this baby was supposed to be my rainbow baby. I asked him why taking one of my children couldn’t have been enough.

When Job questioned God, he got a whirlwind and three chapters of questions fired back at him by The Great I Am. But do you know what he did for me? As I laid there, broken and weeping, I told God what I know is true about him, and I begged him to help me believe it. I prayed for him to shift my focus. Shift. My. Focus. As soon as I uttered those words, do you know where he took me? He took me to the cross. And I saw Jesus, hanging there, bloodied and broken, as clearly as if I had been standing beneath the cross on the day he died. I saw him, and the weight of what he was doing, and why he was doing it, took my very breath away. Talk about a shift of focus! In the most loving and gracious way possible, God answered my prayer. And in an instant, I remembered. I remembered that God loves me in ways that I cannot even begin to understand. I remembered that he is the kind of God who sacrifices everything for his people. Of course he is good. Of course he will work all things together for my good. He is a God who knows suffering, One who has suffered. He is a God who cares for his children, who walks with them through the valley. I can trust him because he’s already proven that he is trustworthy. I can rest in him because he has already given me everything that I need.

We are back to waiting. I have no idea when, how or even if God will grow our family in the future. I am sure that I will need to ask him to shift my focus again and again over the next few days and weeks and months. Unbelief is the root of all my sin, after all. I don’t know why he’s chosen to take another one of our children. But I can shout from the rooftops that he is good, and that I trust him.

Ten Things I’ve Learned in Ten Years of Marriage

My husband and I recently celebrated 10 years of marriage. TEN. YEARS. Because this feels like kind of a milestone, I thought I’d blog about some of what I’ve learned after a decade of covenanting myself to another person. Even if it’s not that huge of a deal. Even if some of it is silly. I’ve been hesitant to write about marriage much because of the overwhelming number of excellent bloggers out there writing about it so much better–and with so much more clarity and wisdom–than I ever could. But I have learned some stuff. God has been gracious to Onan and I. I want to give Him the glory for our ten years. So, here goes. Ten things I’ve learned after ten years of marriage:

1. Compatibility is overrated. If Onan and I had been on eHarmony back when we were single, I seriously doubt we would have been matched up. On paper, we don’t make much sense. We have completely opposite personalities. Guess how much that matters in real life, in our real marriage? None. My favorite professor at Word of Life Bible Institute used to tell our class in the middle of teaching Theology, “Listen up, kids. Throw away your dumb lists of all the things you’re looking for in your future spouse. Guys, find a girl who loves God, loves you, and marry her. Girls, find a guy who loves God, loves you, and marry him.” Excellent advice. When a couple loves God, they will love each other—and in the way God calls them to love each other. If that’s happening, it doesn’t matter whether or not you’re “compatible”… your marriage will be strong because Christ is the center of it.

2. But finding and nurturing commonalities is not a bad idea! My husband and I may have opposite personalities, but that hasn’t stopped us from pursuing common interests and learning about one another’s passions. Baseball is not my thing. Like, at all. But it is my husband’s thing. Like, big time. So, I watched the game, learned the lingo, and cheer my heart out for the Mets next to my husband (while they usually lose), every season. My husband makes compromises for me, too. If you know him, you know that he’s a classic introvert. He doesn’t love social occasions even a little bit. Small talk makes him nervous. Crowds, big parties and leaving the house are all things he can do without. He also despises getting dressed up, especially if it’s to leave the house to go to a crowded party. Attending a formal wedding, at a fancy venue, with a ton of people he doesn’t know, is kind of the perfect storm for him. But when our dear friends had the wedding of the century at the magnificent Breakers last year, he got up for it. For real got up for it. Party clothes, party face, everything. Not only did he chat with strangers, but he also took me out on the dance floor and danced with abandon to every song that I wanted to go out for. Without complaint. Enthusiastically. Why? Because he knows that his wife is a classic extrovert and that leaving the house, getting dressed up and going to huge parties are MY ideas of fun. And that I find them so much more fun when he does them with me. Who doesn’t want to do their favorite things WITH their favorite person? Making an effort for one another isn’t just appreciated because it’s nice, but also because we know the sacrifice involved for the other person. That’s love.

LJ wedding

3. Hard times can draw you closer, if you let them. If you haven’t known suffering in your marriage, I gotta tell ya–it’s probably coming. Men and women usually have different coping mechanisms for dealing with hardship. Don’t let that stop you from reaching out to each other, finding comfort in one another, sharing your thoughts and praying through it together.  The 20 weeks remaining of my pregnancy after Onan and I found out about Elizabeth’s anencephaly was the darkest time we’ve ever faced. All praise to God that He graciously used that time to draw us closer to one another, as He drew us closer to Him.


4. Safegaurds are legit. Listen, I’m about to get preachy and I’m not even sorry. I’m at a point in life where I’ve watched my fair share of (Christian!) marriages fall apart. It makes me sad, it makes me angry…and it makes me vigilant. We should own our actions, absolutely, but we should also take 1 Peter 5:8 seriously. It should not be a surprise that Satan is in the business of destroying the holy covenant of believers’. Of course he is. It causes unfathomable pain and heartache, not to mention it demeans our credibility with unbelievers. I realize that keeping focused on your spouse is a heart issue. I know that you don’t go stepping out unless there are some very real, deep underlying issues. But I’m learning that small roots of bitterness and resentment can quickly and easily grow into giant footholds for the enemy. So I’m done rolling my eyes at the checklists of marital “hedges” that the Christian community dishes out left and right. Don’t be stupid. Spending time alone with someone of the opposite sex can lead to trouble. Even if (especially if?) you don’t think it can happen. Have your guard up. Don’t text or talk at length with a man or a woman you’re not married to. If you find yourself attracted to someone else, do your best to steer clear of precarious situations. Don’t flirt. Don’t indulge. Don’t entertain thoughts of “what if?” Get an accountability partner and be real with them about what’s going on in your marriage. Seek godly council. Pray, pray, pray. Because ALL of us are capable of being unfaithful. But for the grace of God. 

5. Co-freaking-mmunicate. I love talking. I was a speech coms major, for heaven’s sake. Talking to my BFF/lover/life partner should be easy. It’s not always easy. Sometimes in marriage you get lulled into a complacent apathy (think sitting on the couch next to each other, but with your iphone glued to your face). Honestly, it can be super difficult for me to tear myself away from Facebook, not let myself become completely wrapped up in lesson planning, or even put my phone away during dinner to really focus on having a conversation with my husband. Other times I don’t want to talk because I’m angry, or annoyed, or just too tired to deal with whatever needs to be dealt with. It’s times like those that it’s best to power through and get it worked out. When Onan and I are out of sync, everything else in my life feels out of sync too. Getting to the bottom of things ASAP, even if it’s not a pleasant process, is always best. Admitting wrong and asking for forgiveness is humbling (read: NOT FUN), but it’s necessary for a Christ-centered relationship. Do not let the sun go down on your wrath and all that.

6. Speaking of wrath–I’ve learned how to chill out a bit. I think our first year of marriage was made up of me trying to find new and creative ways to get under my husband’s skin. Ways to push him, ways to get a reaction out of him. One time I pushed so hard that he may or may not have punched a hole into the wall of our condo. I don’t even remember what the argument was about–just that I was being incredibly passive aggressive and my normally even tempered husband had finally had enough. “Winning” arguments and “punishing” Onan are rarely things I feel the need to do any more. Time and kids and life together has had a way of making us more secure, more comfortable and more settled with each other. Our love has grown deeper and stronger and we’ve learned how to fight and we’ve learned to appreciate things about one another that may have infuriated us in the beginning. Thank God.


7. Support and encouragement go a long, long way. No person’s opinion on this earth matters more to me than my husband’s. I think he would say the same of me. We are each other’s biggest supporters, truest confidants and best friends. It may sound silly, but I know that even if EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD was against me, I’d still have Onan in my corner. And that would be enough. He prays for me, tells me of all the things he knows I can do, and reminds me of the Gospel often. I do the same with him.

8. Laughter really is medicine. I’m convinced my husband’s (cheesy) sense of humor has rubbed off on me in our ten years of marriage. That’s a good thing, because now we can watch and enjoy the same movies and I can laugh at his (cheesy) jokes. And he also laughs at me, er, with me, a lot. Inside jokes with your spouse are kind of the best, by the way. Such fun (babe)! Oooh, know what else is the best? Laughing at our hilarious kids. (It’s ok to laugh at your kids, right? Now that I have some of my own and know that this is a thing parents do, I can only imagine how much my mom and dad laughed at me. Because I know I was just as ridiculous as my own first born daughter. Maybe more so…)


9. My husband comes before my kids. This one is tough, especially if you happen to have 3 of them in less than two and a half years. Then it kind of feels like everything is all about the little people you’ve brought into this world and changing their diapers and feeding them food and changing their diapers some more, especially if all three are in diapers for over a year. That year (2010) is kind of a blur, but even then I realized the importance of carving out time for Onan to make sure he felt loved, appreciated and valued. Now that the kids are all potty trained and can dress themselves, it’s much easier. My kids will all leave our house some day (please Jesus) and I don’t want to not know my husband when they’re gone. We’re intentional with our relationship now, making sure we keep our priorities straight.

10. Remember the purpose of marriage. Believers covenant themselves to one another in holy matrimony to display God’s glory to the world. We are a literal picture of the Gospel to unbelievers. It is God’s design that a husband and a wife model and portray the love that Christ has for his Church. Marriage is also a means by which God sanctifies us for His Kingdom. Sound serious? Seem heavy? It is. I hope Onan and I will always feel the weight of it and keep the purpose of marriage at the forefront of our minds. Because that will keep everything in perspective. I can let go of the little things and choose grace and forgiveness. I can give Onan the benefit of the doubt, even when I don’t feel like it. We can fight to love each other–wholly and fiercely–all while doing the ordinary, grueling, daily tasks that are set before us. We can show the world Christ by the way that we love each other. Not perfectly, but well. Onan does an excellent job of loving me well, and I am so grateful. I try not to take it for granted.

ONAN KISSING ME for blogpost

After ten years, I can tell you that marriage is work–hard, holy work. And that it is so worth it.

How to Love The Mean People

(Disclaimer: This post is about loving those who are rude and inconsiderate, *not* those who are manipulative and/or abusive. If there’s someone in your life who is abusive, please seek help and professional counsel if you have not already done so.) 

Recently God has been teaching me the beauty in loving “unlovely” people. Here’s a super simple, totally obvious truth: It’s really easy to be loving and kind to people who are loving and kind…and it’s really hard to be loving and kind to people who are not. Right? I can love the heck out of my awesome friends and the precious woman in line at Target who tells me she adores my earrings and the sweet, older gentleman who goes out of his way to engage my kids at church. But people who are mean, rude and inconsiderate? I’d rather not show kindness to them, thanks. But I’m a Christ follower, and am called (ahem, commanded) to be loving and kind to those God has brought into my life.

When I was 16, I got my first job as a sales associate in the ladies department at Sears in the Coral Square Mall. Upon getting hired, my dad gave me some excellent advice regarding my customer service: “Leah, people generally respond to the way that you treat them. So be nice, and they’ll probably be nice back.”

This is true, of course. Crabby elderly ladies who came to my register to return something could usually be softened up and maybe even be made to smile a bit by the end of the transaction. But some crabby elderly ladies weren’t just having a bad day–they were bitter and mean–and no amount of yes ma’am’s or I’m sorry’s would make a difference.

In life, we’ll always have crabby, bitter or mean people around us. If you’re like me, you kind of just want to write them off. Shut it down and walk away. I’ll be totally honest and tell you that I’m pretty much the opposite of confrontational, so my technique of choice is usually to retreat and avoid. Maybe throw in a little passive aggressiveness if the opportunity arises. Yeah…not okay. Also, definitely not what Scripture teaches.

Ephesians 4:32 immediately comes to mind, “Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”  There’s also pretty much all of 1 John 3, the theme of which is, “Believers in Jesus — LOVE ONE ANOTHER!” And of course, Philippians 2:3-4, “Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.”  Paul goes on to beseech the Philippians to make Jesus their example. Jesus, “who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.”  So, there’s that. Going out of my way to be kind to someone who has hurt my feelings now seems pretty small in comparison to the way the Creator of the Universe humbled Himself for us, the created.

Please allow me to exhort you. Extend grace to the family member who has offended you (heap some burning coals on their head!). Pray for the neighbor who scowls when you wave to them (and keep on waving!). Befriend the mom at play group who sometimes says hurtful things to you (because she needs one!). Seek out the people in your church who have a tendency to make you bristle (and strike up a conversation!). Show genuine kindness when you don’t feel like it, because that’s when kindness is needed the most. Be quick to give people the benefit of the doubt, and for Heaven’s sake, don’t keep a record of wrongs, because that’s not loving at all. Know that there will come a time when you are the one who hurts or offends someone. Think about the kind of forgiveness you’d want to be extended to you. Above all, remind yourself of the Gospel often. Jesus offers unfathomable grace to us, completely undeserving sinners. We can offer grace to others.

This is humbling and hard. It’s also what we’re called to do, and we have the Holy Spirit who equips us to do it. You have no idea what may happen in a person’s heart when you are willing to show them the love of Christ. Someone who initially rubbed you the wrong way may turn out to be a great friend. You may come to find out that the person who hurt you with their words or actions has dealt with incredible hurt in their own life. Loving people where they’re at, unconditionally, is the literal work of Jesus. It’s transforming. For them and for you.

And one more thing I’ve been learning? Practicing obedience is like working out for your spiritual muscles…the more you do it, the easier it becomes and the stronger your faith will be.

Abortion, Evolution and Atheism: Why Richard Dawkins’ Beliefs about Children with Down Syndrome Should not Surprise Us

“Given a free choice of having an early abortion or deliberately bringing a Down child into the world, I think the moral and sensible choice would be to abort.” — Richard Dawkins

Every once in a while I come across something that grips me so completely, I cannot rest until I have processed through it, usually by writing about it. Such was the case for me after reading this article about the heinous tweet and subsequent explanation by Richard Dawkins pertaining to his view of children with Down Syndrome.  Dawkins is a prominent atheist, evolutionist and obvious pro-choicer, so his tweet, “Abort it and try again. It would be immoral to bring it into the world if you have the choice,” should not shock us. But it is no less sickening to those of us who value life. For those of us who have heard the words “fatal birth defect” and “incompatible with life” as we watched our baby on an ultrasound screen and then chose to carry to term anyway, this tweet is a punch to the gut. For those of us who have been privileged to know and love children with special needs, this tweet sucks the air right out of our lungs. For those of us who acknowledge the Creator who gives, sustains and takes life, this tweet is beyond reprehensible. But not surprising.

This is the logical conclusion for anyone who believes that ending the life of a child in utero is acceptable. Dawkins explains, “What I was saying simply follows logically from the ordinary pro-choice stance that most of us, I presume, espouse.” He’s right, of course, and at least he owns it. This is also the logical conclusion for anyone who believes in the theory of evolution. It’s survival of the fittest—eugenics, pure and simple. And this is the logical conclusion for those who believe that there is no God. Because if there is no God, then why would life be valuable? Why would there be meaning to suffering or hardship? Why would you care about anything other than your own happiness and comfort? Why wouldn’t we all become the Gods of our own lives? Dawkins says, “…if your morality is based, as mine is, on a desire to increase the sum of happiness and reduce suffering, the decision to deliberately give birth to a Down baby, when you have the choice to abort it early in the pregnancy, might actually be immoral from the point of view of the child’s own welfare.” Exactly. If the purpose of life is the sum of my own happiness, then why would I knowingly bring a life into this world that may infringe upon that happiness? And allowing breath for a child who may not enjoy the same “quality of life” as a normal, healthy baby with the right amount of chromosomes? Well, how could we describe that as anything less than immoral? I don’t want to keep following this reasoning to its logical end. It looks a lot Hitler’s pursuit of “racial purity” and Margaret Sanger’s vision for “race betterment.” It looks bleak, meaningless and utterly depressing.

Dawkins offers a backhanded apology for his tweet: “My phraseology may have been tactlessly vulnerable to misunderstanding, but I can’t help feeling that at least half the problem lies in a wanton eagerness to misunderstand.” No. There is no “wanton eagerness to misunderstand” here. I understand exactly what you are saying, Mr. Dawkins. I understand why you are saying it. It makes perfect sense to me that someone who believes as you do would say this—and that is what is most terrifying. To be able to twist things so easily, so casually? The audacity of that kind of evil is chilling. To call the choice to NOT kill an unborn child with Down Syndrome “immoral,” and to know that you are revered by millions who probably feel the same way, disturbs me to my core. It makes me want to scream and weep.

down syndrome babyThankfully, there is a God, whether you believe it or not, Mr. Dawkins. Thankfully, you are not Him. Thankfully, you do not get to say a life has less value than another because it does not meet whatever standard you’ve deemed as deserving. You do not get to shake your fist in the face of God forever. You will meet Him one day, as we all will.

If you are reading this and consider yourself to be pro-choice, an evolutionist, or an atheist, please consider what your worldview demands you believe. Please ask yourself if this is a road you want to follow to its logical end. And if it’s not, I beg you, seek God. He is there.

If you are a Christ follower, please pray with me for the eyes of the blind to be opened to the Truth. Praise God for His sovereignty over all things. He is a God who redeems. He is God who is making all things new.

“…so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” Philippians 2:10-11                                                  

Worst Mom Ever

(The above picture was taken on Mother’s Day, 2014. My children’s restaurant etiquette usually ensures that I will end up feeling like The Worst Mom Ever.)

I don’t know about you, but nothing makes me feel more like the “worst mom ever” than when my children embarrass me, and nothing embarrasses me more than my children causing bodily harm to other children. Ever happen to you? You watch in horror as your toddler pummels the little boy trying to get in front of him on the McDonald’s playplace slide. You cringe as you see your preschooler reach out to smack the little girl who just snatched her toy during a play date.

When my son was around a year and a half, we were enjoying dinner at our friends’ house while our little ones played nearby in the designated play room. Suddenly, we heard our friends’ son shrieking in terror. The mommies and daddies rushed to the room to find my son on top of the other little boy, straight up beating him (on the head!) with a wooden block. The first order of business was obviously to stop the mayhem, and as we did, I wanted to go through the floor. I decided right then and there that my son must be a sociopath and a long, scary road of psychiatrists and straightjackets flashed before my eyes. (My son is my first child, so at the time, I didn’t realize that this can be perfectly normal behavior for one and a half year old little boys.) Our friends were very gracious and their little boy was okay, but I left feeling shaken to my core.

A couple years later, I took my kids to another friend’s house to drop off a meal, as she had recently had a baby. While we were there, my youngest daughter (also one at the time) decided to try to bite off the newborn’s nose. (Not kidding.) I think I was more rattled than anyone else in the minutes after this happened, frantically offering to stay at the house while my friend took her baby to the ER. My (again, very gracious) friend calmly told me that it wouldn’t be necessary, and that she was sure her baby would be just fine. Thankfully she was, but I cried the whole way home.

I am happy to report that now, at ages 4, 5 and 6, my children haven’t beaten and/or bitten anyone very recently. Amazingly, both of these mamas are still dear friends of mine, for which I am grateful. But I am sure that few things in my life have left me feeling more humiliated or unsettled as these incidents. Thankfully, they have also served as learning experiences. (For one, I’ve learned to be the gracious mom when my kids are on the receiving end of the pummeling!)

While I aimed to provide you with some extreme examples, as a stay-at-home mom to three young children, there are thousands of moments during the day that can leave me feeling like the worst mom ever. I snap at my daughter for accidentally spilling her milk. I sigh in exasperation at my son when he tracks in dirt from outside. My kids fight. I yell. Some days are harder than others, and at the end of them, I feel exhausted, depleted and like a failure. I know it’s not just me. My mama friends tell me that they struggle too. Of course we do!

But the object of this game is not to avoid the struggle. There are about a million books out there which try to tell you how you can avoid the struggle. Some are certainly helpful, but after all is said and done—we’ll still struggle. We’re sinners and so are our children. The purpose of this mama gig is to look to the One Whose grace for us as mamas never runs out, Whose love for us endures no matter how much we fail, and Who lived a perfectly righteous life so that we don’t have to.

This is the good news, girls, and it doesn’t just save us later, but it saves us now, in the day-to-day grind and messiness of motherhood. Take hold of it, preach it to yourself and praise Jesus for His gift to us. Your children will embarrass you, you will have hard days, and you will sometimes feel like the worst mom ever. There is forgiveness, grace and strength waiting for you.


Hello and welcome to Sticky Doorknobs and Everyday Grace! I’m so glad that you are here and hope you’ll stick around.

This blog originated out of deep heartbreak for me, after I found out during a twenty week ultrasound that the baby I was carrying (my fourth) had a fatal birth defect called anencephaly. I began writing as a way to process through my pain, and to update friends and family about Elizabeth Grace. My prayer that my writing would, above all else, bring glory to the name of Jesus Christ was mercifully answered as we realized how many people were touched by Elizabeth’s short life. The things God has taught me because of Elizabeth have built my faith in ways I could not have imagined. I’ve learned that God is a Father who identifies with me in my weakness, Jesus is a firm foundation on which to stand, and that the Holy Spirit provides comfort and peace that surpasses all understanding.

The idea to blog came before Elizabeth’s diagnosis, however. Before Elizabeth, I had three children in less than two and a half years and the adventures provided me by these precious babies were too great to go untold. And my doorknobs were always sticky. Now those babies are 4, 5 and 6, and those first couple of years are a bit of a blur, but my doorknobs are still sticky. When do a mother’s door knobs stop being sticky? I’m not sure, but I have a feeling that when the day comes for me, it will be a bittersweet one. I homeschool my darlings and pray (on the good days) that their childhood would slow down just a little bit. (On the tough days, I pray something else entirely… )

I have been married to my SuperHusband for nearly ten years. He is an incredible hubby and daddy, and happens to be a pretty stellar writer himself. We live in beautiful Northwest Georgia, attend an Acts 29 Church and like to eat, sleep and watch T.V. Wait, are those not real hobbies? OK, we also like to read, write and go antiquing. Now we sound like senior citizens. Whatever, it’s all true. We’re boring and we’re not sorry!

I hope to write about God’s grace through motherhood in ways that make you laugh, make you think, and make you want to shout AMEN! He is so good, and I am so grateful. The world may not need another “mommy blog,” but here it is anyway!

Stuck in His Grace,