A collection of moments, memories, people I love, the stories we’re telling, and the love that wins every time.

Every year on my birthday, I dedicate some time to reflecting on the last year. I typically block off a couple of hours to walk and talk with Jesus before sitting down with a journal to reflect on the growth, celebrations, heartaches, and all we've experienced together, and then look forward and dream together for the next year.

I never imagined I’d share a heartbreaking life event with a friend and her response would be to quickly tell me that I’m well-versed in grief, knowing the waves it brings and how the tide can shift so suddenly in its wake.

It's been said that homecomings at Naomi’s Village are a picture of Heaven, inviting us into a sliver of the celebration waiting for us as we enter the gates of Heaven. But I had no idea what was coming that glorious day…

In February, I scooted off for a few days to be with my family in Tennessee. A weekend sandwiched between some really hard days made me so sure there’s no place else to be.

The beginnings to most of my mornings are spent with a three and four-year-old sister duo. We make and eat breakfast, get ready for the day, and of course there are cuddles, tears, and everything in between. But, never two days the same, and always sharing in joy with Jesus through the care of His children.

In the last year, I’ve thought so much about all that was omitted from her eulogy. I remember weeping as it was read, fearful that not enough of who we all loved was represented within the words.

As we were walking back home with the kids running far ahead of us, a close friend walking next to me, and acacia trees covering us from the sun, the Lord’s presence was lavished on us.

From five years ago to last year to this year, it looks different, it feels different, and we love different. Bigger somehow. With tears always…

It is not uncommon for me to say “the little things aren’t little,” and I try to live in a way that allows those words to become true. To recognize the sunflower field on the side of the road, or how the people you love say your name…

A few weeks ago, I was remembering the night of my brother’s rehearsal dinner. My cousin, Angelica, and I hung close to each other all night, as we typically did, and as I was reminiscing…