cold coffee. 

For the bajillionth day in a row, I looked down at the cup of coffee I made over an hour ago, reheated 20 minutes ago, and there’s still half a cup left. And it’s cold. Again.  Is it even worth heating a second time?  I say not. Because I’m a bit of a coffee snob…

my old friend. 

Writing is like an old friend of mine. I don’t blog even a fair amount anymore, but I do write always. I write about my feelings, events in my life, I take notes at church, etc, etc. But since I’ve become a mom of two and a homemaker, what I thought I’d have so much…

dreams and parting seas. 

A few days ago, I had a crazy dream. And I’m still processing through it but I wanted to share it because it left me with this overwhelming sense of joy and peace. And writing always helps me see what God is revealing to me through things, so welcome to the method of Sam figuring…

when we’re dead, consumed, and drowning in our sin. 

Listening to a sermon series on iTunes today, I was reminded of a story in my own life. When I was young, I used to babysit for friends of my parents that are basically my family members after all these years. In the summertime, I practically lived in their home and went everywhere with them.…