My Own "F" Words
Hold on. Please keep reading. I want you to stop caring so that you can show more love. Wait, what? You’re not making sense Elizabeth. Stay with me please. Stop caring about what others think of you. I’m not perfect. I still care too much about what others think of me. Think of my cookies.
What in your life do you measure? Do you count your money? Do you track the hours you work? How about the amount of time you spend on yourself? The time you spend with the Lord? I’ve often been told you measure what matters to you. Your progress on a project, pounds lost, 401k, hours
I’m a week into being dairy free. I’d love to say I’m doing it for my health but right now that’s not my reason. I’m testing this for my son. Honestly I think I would have given up if I was doing it for myself. I would have made an excuse and dipped everything in
This topic has been on my heart a lot lately. Recently I read a book that addressed my recent feelings on the topic of motherhood and wine. Guess what? I am guilty of exactly the behavior I want to change. Kids are crazy, send wine. Rough day, need a glass of wine. Need wine, because
A wonderful teacher I had in elementary school made a simple post that made a big impact. Teachers have been like that for me in my life, small lessons with big impact. The gist of the post spoke on how you will never be so loved as you are now, that one day your children
E. A. McComas 