You Gotta Go Through It

The beginning of my run is always the same. “I Can Handle it” blaring on my headphones. Running uphill. It’s kind of a bummer to always start on the uphill, but you know what? I don’t go into the hill afraid. Pastor Furtick’s voice in my...

Summer Chore BINGO

My husband always says to use fewer words when I am talking to our boys. I tend to want to go into the “why” they should do something and overwhelm them with too many details. Maybe it’s the teacher or the wordy communicator in me, but in the case of...