There are a plethora of interpretations of what it means to be a wayshower, and though we may all be speaking the same language, I can on...

Because, for many of us, we don't have a single calling-- but many. Self-care sometimes looks like honoring the fact that there is only s...

I've been working on a more in-depth post on the role of scapegoat, but with everyone being home, I haven't had enough time to actually g...

These last two weeks have been a doozy. The demands of motherhood pulled me almost violently into my body. The baby was sick. Then I was ...

There are so many things I want to write about, but I feel I must give them to God first. I think we all share too quickly and not with t...

Distraction. Environment. Purpose. These are things I've been mulling over. I feel like they're the theme of a video game level I'm stuck...

Something I absolutely love is snail mail. I have had penpals most of my life and have always loved to put together boxes full of treats ...

Last week, I went on a mini-tangent on Twitter (yes, even after this deeply true blog post, I still gave in and returned. Yes, I know wha...

I don't feel like a parenting expert by any means, but I have four children ranging in ages from 12 to 1-year-old. I'm raising both girls...

I thought after this last year that Azia-the-Sovereign-Person, was quite possibly dead. It seemed my schedule was too full for anything o...