Here’s to the ones that left their homes, Headed for school or work alone. Grabbed their keys and got in theirs cars, Praying for a normal day, not one with scars. Here’s to the ones at the wrong place and time. Wrongly accused of an inconceivable crime. Put on trial with minimal evidence, Death row…
Tag: children
How to survive CRYageddon
What is cryageddon you ask? The Ohm dictionary defines it below: Cry•a•ged•don noun •When the majority of your offspring begin crying at the same time causing a sound that could possible break the sound barrier I yelled “what is this cryageddon!?” at the top of my lungs, just trying to out cry the other three…
Better than diamonds
On Mother’s Day I wrote a post that eventually was deleted by my own mistake. At first I was upset, but ultimately I’ve always taken the approach of Gods perfect timing with my writing. I never push a post, they must flow from the mouth of God through my fingertips to your eyes. When a…
A Letter to End Internet Bullies
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and pluck the internet from existence. There are times when I thrive on social media and enjoy how people from all over the world can interact with one another. I enjoy the community that it creates and the opportunities it has given people. But, what I…
Bolivia- coming soon!
As I am prepring to leave for Bolivia in less than a week, my heart is anxious to see the Holy Spirit move in everyone’s life! This trip doesn’t just affect the kids, but everyone involved. It is a ripple effect. It will drastically change the lives of the team members and each person that…
To My Daughter’s Birth Mother
Ever since you came into our lives I haven’t been able to go one day with out thinking about you. You created our daughter and I see you in her everyday. Her sweetness, her beautiful skin, and her small frame is from you. You went through the nausea, the heart burn, the food cravings, food…
Called to Bolivia
A few months back I had a dream that confused me and scared me. It was a dream of stepping into ministry. I felt unequipped and nervous in the dream and in waking life I had the same feeling. I have been on mission trips in the past through a non-profit organization called Visiting Orphans,…
One Very Bad Day: day in the life of a 7 year old
I was six, maybe seven. I was a first grader in Mrs. White’s class down in Houghton, LA. I had lived there for almost five years enduring the very hot humid temperatures and large bugs. We may or may not have had a random lizard living with us, but that was as normal as finding…
A Cry for Help & Apple Pie
I’m about to get real friends and it may sound like I’m whiney at times, but hear me out please. Yesterday was a hard momma day! Our dryer went out a couple weeks ago and we have been waiting for the new one to arrive. Finally the day came and yesterday I had 10 loads to do….
Dream Series: Amy Soden
As you stand in the middle of the aisle, gazing at the shelves, staring at you in the face is a beautiful picture of a crystal clear lake, surrounded by wonderful fall colored leaves that are reflecting on the water. The colors and beauty of this picture pull you into a trance and you stand…
Dance with my Father
(written 12/07/2014) It has been some time since I have sat down to write. Ive missed it. It is as if a part of me is missing, a chapter out of my own book that has been ripped out or maybe just not written yet. Writing is my way of expressing how the Holy…
Sea of Diamonds
The year was 1986, I was five years old. My family took the long 13 hour journey from Haughton, La to Sweetwater Lake in Ninevah, IN where my grandparents had a house. This house is etched into my brain as one of my favorite childhood memories, great memories that I will never forget. The very modest…
Hope Matters 