The Wax On the Wall

“Please pray with me. I can’t keep this up. I have to realize that I can’t make it perfect, and honestly, I don’t even want to even if I could. I’m tired of this.” That was the exact line I said to my husband, Michael, about ten minutes before God would give me just such…

I Wish I Were More Like You: A little letter for my little Logan

How often have I caught myself saying “he’s just so much sometimes” when referring to the antics of the youngest of our three boys. I catch myself because I know that I’m actually truly grateful for everything this little guy is, but at the same time it’s hard to explain just how bold, confident and…