This picture isn’t the most flattering. As a matter of fact, it might be one of the worst I’ve ever posted of myself. But when you see an opportunity for a lesson, pride must be set aside for a minute. This is Remington. He’s our German Short-Haired Pointer and he just turned two in August. […]

Recently, a well-known religious figure made a statement that has since grabbed the attention of many (even in his own faith community). It would probably be easier for me to simply be angry and write from a position of judgment, etc. I didn’t even post comments on social media (which is clearly a miraculous sign

I just spent six weeks not running my sweeper, not cleaning toilets, not working out in the yard; basically, I had six weeks of sitting on my rear. Major abdominal surgery is no joke. And the surgeon left nothing to the imagination when describing the possible implications of not following the restrictions. Needless to say,

When you meet Marcy Frazier Coppock you know she’s a force to be reckoned with. A tiny package of dynamite who has experienced everything except a mundane life. And recently, she was handed yet another mountain to climb. When Marcy was ten months old, she weighed 10 pounds and was diagnosed with FTT (failure to

I read something the other day that made me pause. I had given some thought to the idea several times before over the years. But something that day caused it to hit me differently. Let’s talk this out and pick it apart together. I’ve made the following statement many times: “I trust God.” Most who

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been guilty. Guilty of using prayer as a last resort at times. Guilty of not taking it seriously enough. Guilty of saying I would pray about something and then forgetting until I collapse into bed that evening. Guilty of not accessing the power that is available to me.

The ability to share something with someone is often life-changing. There’s just something that happens in that moment when you realize you aren’t alone. I’ve had that happen countless times in my life and I’m always grateful to God for each one. Kelly Smith and I met in 2011 when I started working at Major

I’ve been a mom for over 36 years now. It’s been one of the most rewarding and gut-wrenching journeys I could imagine. Although I don’t recall how many years ago this was, I remember the “aha” moment when I realized the correlation to my relationship with God. To this day, it impacts me greatly. The

Sometimes when I sit down to write, something funny from the day will prompt me. Other times I’m caught by surprise when a parallel appears out of nowhere.  Yesterday that’s what happened. I came home from church and needed to spend some time on the mower. I’m a bit of a stickler about the yard.