Saturday, December 28, 2013


We have spent this month preparing for Christmas.  For the coming.  For the birth of the One both Isaiah and Jeremiah told us would be a descendant of King David.

In the first 2 chapters of Luke, we read about the family God choose to love and raise His Son.  The mother that would carry him in her womb and the father that would adopt him.  The father that Luke made sure we knew was a descendant of David, just like we were told Jesus, the Rescuer, would be.  Adoption was always part of God's plan.

"Don't miss the one fact we're told about Joseph in Luke's introductory account - he was a descendant of David. How awesome of God to purpose that Christ's royal lineage would come through His adoptive father.  We shouldn't be surprised at the profound significance with which God views adoption. Ephesians 1:4-6 tells us something profound about God's view of adoption. In a peculiar kind of way, God the Father allowed His Son to be "adopted" into a family on earth so that we could be adopted into His family in heaven."
{Beth Moore :: Jesus, The One and Only}

The month of December, our family celebrates, not just one adoption, but two.
4 years ago today, the Ethiopian courts officially made this little guy a Harmon.

He was simply referred to as Misikir, the name given to him by his birth mother.
No middle name.  No last name.

Misikir.  A name that means 'witness' or 'testimony'.
Little Misikir took the last name Harmon and the first name Miles.
Miles.  A name that means 'gift from God'.

Could there be a more fitting name for the little boy who has changed our lives, our family, our witness, our story?  Every time I talk about Miles, my gift, it opens the door for me to tell people about Jesus, my Savior.  My adoption of Misikir gives me the opportunity to share about Jesus' adoption of me.

Just like there is no way Mary could have known what kind of impact her baby boy would have on the world, I am certain that Fikirte had no idea that her little baby boy, the one she named Misikir, would have on me.

Two mommies.
Both who carried babies that have forever changed my life.

We spent the last month celebrating the birth and adoption of Jesus, and today, we celebrate the official adoption of Miles Misikir Harmon.

"I'm convinced: You can do anything and everything.
Nothing and no one can upset your plans."
{Job 42:2}

Saturday, December 7, 2013


The first time I met Keith I was 5 years old.

We were at local burger place and he was sitting in a booth with his Dad.  He had white bandages wrapped all around his head covering up the stitches he just received at the hospital.  Apparently, when you throw a brick up in the air and it lands on your head, it hurts.  And bleeds.  And stitches are required.

I used to make fun of the little boy who hit himself in the head with a brick.
And 17 years later, I ended up marrying him.

Life with Keith Harmon is fun, crazy and never ever dull.

Keith believes that every morning should begin with a ice cold Dr. Pepper, that ice cream should be eaten every night (preferably with Magic Shell) and that Haribo Fizzy Cola gummi candy should be ordered by the case.

Keith is a man of integrity, a hard worker, a team player, a servant leader, a faithful husband, a loving dad and a great friend to so many.

He doesn't complain, he easily forgives, he is careful not to let anyone out of his circle of love, and he has committed his life to telling and teaching people about Jesus.

Today is his day.
It's his birthday.
He is a gift.

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Wednesday, December 4, 2013


As our family is in the process on refocusing and simplifying Christmas,
I have been reading in Matthew about the wise men’s journey to Jesus.
To Christmas.

We have packed our camels and we sticking close to them this season.
We are following them because, well, I read ahead, and they find Jesus.
And since that is who we are desperately looking for today and everyday,
we are choosing to follow people who know the way.

You are more than welcome to pack up and follow along.

“Where is He who has been born King of the Jews?”
{Matthew 2:2}

The wise men are looking for Jesus.  Seeking.  Searching.
They are on a mission that will lead them straight to the newborn King.

So we are asking ourselves that same question… “Where is He?”
We are seeking Him out by spending time in His Word everyday.

“Instructed by the king Herod, the wise men set off.
Then the star appeared again, the same star they had seen in the eastern skies.
It led them on until it hovered over the place of the child.”
{Matthew 2:9}

They are willing to go the distance.
They are willing to do whatever it takes to get to Jesus.
They have leaned in.  They are alert.  Watching.

We are 4 days into our 25-day journey.
We refocused and simplified to make it easier to follow the star.
We spend time every evening looking back and seeing how God has been preparing for this day.  Talking about what that must have been like for Him.

“When they saw the star, they were thrilled with ecstatic joy.”
{Matthew 2:10}

The journey, the anticipation,
the knowing they have arrived at the right place overwhelmed them with joy.
They can hardly contain themselves and they haven’t even seen Jesus yet!

If this season brings stress, anxiety and panic, then we missed the star

The month of December, the time of leaning in, the time of being led to Christ,
the time of following the star should result in us rejoicing with exceeding great joy.
A joy that only comes from walking a long journey of anticipating the Coming.
You cannot wait one more second... you have GOT to see the King!

“And on going into the house, they saw the Child with Mary, His mother,
and the fell down and worshiped Him…”
{Matthew 2:11a}

They didn’t complain about their journey to get to Him.
They didn’t waste time on small talk.
They threw themselves at the feet of Jesus.

When we get to where we're going, when we get to Jesus, we don’t even have to knock… just go on in the house, get on your face and worship Him!  After all, this is what we have been waiting for and preparing for.

“…Then opening their treasure bags, they presented to Him gifts –
gold and frankincense and myrrh.”
{Matthew 2:11b}

They presented themselves to Jesus before they presented their gifts.
The gifts they brought.
The gifts they were prepared to give.

We finished our shopping before we started the journey.
We packed all the gifts up before we headed out.
With everything in me, I want to be able to, for the first time in my life, walk with my family on a journey to Jesus.  A journey to Christmas.

When we are not prepared, when we forget who we were looking for to begin with, we end up making so many pit stops we exhaust ourselves.  We may even get close to the place where the star hovered, but we have to pull into a rest stop to catch our breath.  We don’t have enough energy to finish the journey.  We have worn ourselves out doing all the last minute shopping, baking, decorating and partying.
We might get close enough to fall at His feet but we don’t have the energy to worship Him.

“Wise men are only wise because they make their priority the seeking of Christ.”
{Ann Voskamp}

I am so thankful for the gift of God's Word and for men and women who chase after Jesus.  I am so thankful after 39 years of celebrating, God has a way of making the wonder and awe of Christmas flood my soul like I'm a little girl again.

Those of you who are braving this new journey with our family, please know that I am praying for you and can't wait to one day meet you at the place where the star will hover over the One who came to save us, to redeem us, to rescue us.

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Sunday, December 1, 2013


It hasn't looked the same since Miles came into our lives.
And this year, I can say that with a grateful heart.

I spent the last few years so discouraged and secretly felt sorry for myself.
I had an attic full of Christmas decorations but couldn't put them up because Miles couldn't handle it.  

We tried the first year he was home.  It was bad.
The tree and decorations were such a source of stress.
It all went up and came down in a matter of weeks.

We struggled with Miles so much the next year that we didn't even bother.
No decorations.

Last year, Miles was making progress so we decided to put up the tree.
A pre-lit tree with burlap ribbon and a paper sack star.
Nothing breakable.  Nothing exciting.
I even put it in the dining room to keep it out of Miles' everyday space.

The tree survived.
We survived.

For Miles to one day understand the true meaning of Christmas, I can't confuse him.
I want to help Miles make the connection that Christmas is Jesus.

Not Santa.  Not elves.  Not shopping.  Not being good/bad, naughty/nice.

God has a unique way of using Miles' gift of Autism to point me directly to Jesus.
Miles has trouble understanding what is being spoken to him and has difficulty using spoken language.  We teach him all kinds of things without knowing what will stick.
So when it comes to Christmas, if I get to choose what will stick, I choose Jesus.
Santa is just not a risk I'm willing to take.

Helping Miles understand the meaning of Christmas has forced our family to refocus and simplify our Christmas.  The act of simplifying has forced me to think about the story I want our home to tell.  What message I want our Christmas decorations to convey.

Being intentional about decorating for Christmas has been such a sweet gift.
I never want to celebrate or think about the way we did Christmas before Miles.

We have refocused.
We have simplified.

Our Advent candles are out, ready to light each Sunday leading up to Christmas as we focus on the Hope, Peace, Joy and Love of Jesus.  As we anticipate the Coming.
We will light our center candle on Christmas morning as we celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  The Light of the world!

Our Nativity is on display as a constant reminder to slow down and wait for the coming of Christ.   To slow down so we don't miss His still small voice.  It is also a beautiful reminder that God uses normal, everyday people to fulfill His purpose and plan.  If you are willing, He wants to use you.  He is known for using the lowly, the outcast, the adulterer, the murderer, the nobody.

Our Stockings are hung to remind us that Christmas is about giving.  God gave us the gift of His Son -the Word, as John called Him.  We will give the gift of blessings, of scripture, of thanksgiving, of words.  On a note card, we will write a word of encouragement to each member of the family everyday until Christmas Eve and place it in their stocking.  The cards will be bundled up, tied with ribbon and placed back in each stocking as a gift, a reminder that words have the ability to speak life into people, just as the Word (Christ) brings abundant life. 

Our Jesse Tree (formally known as our Christmas tree) will forever be simply decorated with a star, leading us to Jesus.  Our homemade ornaments will be added each day from December 1st-25th as we focus on the scarlet thread of redemption that is woven through scripture and points straight to Jesus.  This year, we are going through the book, The Greatest Gift by Ann Voskamp.  It is absolutely beautiful and speaks to where God has me for this season.

"I don't want a Christmas you can buy.
I don't want a Christmas you can make.
What I want is a Christmas that holds me, remakes me, revives me.
I want a Christmas that whispers, Jesus."
{Ann Voskamp}

What unspoken message do your Christmas decorations and traditions convey?
What is the story they are telling?

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Thursday, November 28, 2013


Thankful that God deeply loves me and actively pursues my heart.  Thankful that Jesus was willing to be wounded so that my relationship with God could be healed.  Thankful that nothing will ever be able to separate us from the love of God demonstrated by our Lord Jesus Christ when he died for us {Romans 8:39}.  So thankful for Jesus!  So thankful for the cross!

Thankful that God has found a way to use the mess that is my life to bring glory to Himself.  His Word has given me new life {Psalm 119:50}.  Thankful for grace and the reminder from the Lord that His grace is all I need.  His power works best in my weaknesses {2 Corinthians 12:9}.

Thankful that I get to do life with this man.  Thankful for a husband who loves and leads well.  Thankful for a man who lives the motto {Love God. Love Others. Go Tell.}  He is a man of integrity.  He is honest and trustworthy.  He loves Jesus, his family, his church and his students with his whole heart.  He lives {1 Timothy 3:1-7} and {Titus 1:6-9} in every way.  He is more than I deserve.

Thankful for the blessing and gift of children {Psalm 127:3}.  Thankful for the two that I have and the two that I never had the opportunity to hold.  All four have changed me, shaped me, and brought me to my knees.  Each one has played a significant role in my journey to be more like Jesus.  Thankful for a God who makes all things work together for the good of those who love Him and are chosen to be a part of His plan {Romans 8:28}.

Thankful for the gift of adoption.  Thankful that God promises to be a Father to the fatherless and sets the lonely in families {Psalm 68:5,6}.  Thankful for a woman named Fikirte who carried the life that forever changed mine.  A woman I love with all my heart.  Thankful for a God who shaped Miles, inside and out.  Who knit him together in his birthmother’s womb long before Miles took his first breath {Psalm 139:13}.  Thankful that God builds families with a specific purpose and plan in mind.

Thankful for family that loves, blesses, and supports us.  Thankful for friends that walk through life, serve alongside, and challenge us in every way to be more like Jesus.  Thankful for a church that is committed to preach God's Word without apology and is laser-focused on reaching Northwest Arkansas, America and the World for Jesus Christ.

So very thankful.

Friday, November 22, 2013


There is a superhero inside each one of us.
A hero ready to unleash his/her power.

Take Clark Kent, for instance.
He is a mild-mannered reporter for the Daily Planet.
But his outward appearance has nothing to do with who he really is.
Underneath that starched button-down shirt and dark rimmed glasses is a superhero.

He's faster than a speeding bullet.
He's more powerful than a locomotive.
He's able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
He's Superman!

Would your parenting look any different if you saw your children through the lens of a future world changer or a superhero?  Want to know what the parent of a superhero looks like?  Look in the mirror.  There is greatness in our kids and as we love, train, and walk through life with them, we get to see little glimpses of their superpowers.
"We all have a hero in our heart."
{Dwight Schrute}

When I see Alex stick up for someone who is getting teased, I see a hero.
When I am told that he is respectful to adults, I see a hero.
When I watch him try and play with Miles, I see a hero.

Several weeks ago, I was told that a little boy in Miles' class at church started asking questions about why Miles is different.  Why Miles wears diapers.  The teacher told him that God made Miles special and that's when little Zach Rowe unleashed his superpower.  He asked if he could be Miles' special friend and, when he was told yes, he went over and very sweetly tried to play with Miles.  He is a hero.

Children with special needs have superpowers that don't look super to the untrained eye.  As their parents, we have the joy and privilege of seeing little glimpses of their special superpowers.  When they meet a new goal or accomplish even the smallest task, it's like they just saved the world from impending doom.

For example, when Miles comes home from school, his shirt is usually filthy.
It could be anything from dried yogurt, applesauce, spaghetti sauce or whatever was for lunch and snack that day.  Dribble some milk and juice down the front, then throw in a little marker and paint.  What you are left with looks like a complete mess.

You see, at 4 years old, Miles still struggles to use a spoon.  He forgets to hold it properly and food spills off.  He is also still trying to master drinking from an open cup and often forgets that he can't turn it sideways or upside down.

The me before Miles would have changed his shirt the minute we got home and I definitely would have not taken him to church wearing a dirty, crusty shirt.

But now, I proudly leave his shirt on because I don't see a dirty shirt.
I see learning.
I see hard work.
I see determination.
I see a superhero trying to reveal himself the best way he can.

Another area that is a struggle for Miles is his self-care skills.  He has been working on washing his hands everyday for the last two years.  With the use of picture cards, words, and assistance, it is still a struggle.  And yesterday, Miles followed a one step direction, walked to the sink and turned the water all by himself.  That sink has been his nemesis for the last two years and he kicked its booty!

I was one proud mama.
For the rest of the day, I told everyone I saw "my baby walked straight up to that sink and turned on that water!"  I was beside myself!  So proud!

My little superhero didn't give up.
He didn't run away.
He faced that challenge head on and showed that sink who's boss!

Most of us don't know what it's like to live in a world where using words to get basic needs met is a huge struggle. Or when you can't get your arms and legs to do what you want them to do, what they were designed to do.  These special superheroes live in bodies that have them locked up, making it difficult for others to see them for who they really are.  For who they were created to be.  They have the ability to do amazing things, but they are limited.  They have the same feelings, same emotions, same desires, same need for love and affection that each of us have, they are just trapped.

I was reminded this week that Jesus knows exactly what that feels like.  In week 10 of Beth Moore's A Woman's Heart, God's Dwelling Place, she is teaching that Jesus is the true Tabernacle and had this to say...
"And the Word (Christ) became a human being and lived here on earth among us (John 1:14).  Can you imagine the excruciating transformation of going from having absolutely no limitations to being imprisoned inside about 170 pounds of human flesh?  How many times do you suppose He would have liked to burst out of that tent and to unleash His awesome power?  We have nothing with which to compare the confinement of omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent God in flesh... His flesh was a temporary dwelling, a seemingly unfit place for God's Son to dwell...  His exterior did not seem to match His interior."
My eyes immediately filled with tears.
Jesus, God in flesh, knows EXACTLY what it's like to be locked up in a human body.
He understands how your child with special needs feels in a way that we never will.
Simply amazing and completely overwhelming!

God, give me eyes to see my boys, not as they are today, but as the superheroes You have created, designed, and purposed them to be.  Help me to love them, respond to them, train them and even discipline them in a way that gives them an accurate view of Your love and Your character.  Help me to not get in the way of Your work in their lives. I pray that all of my interactions with them will be filled with grace, love, and mercy.

You are enough for me, Jesus!

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Saturday, November 2, 2013


Have you ever heard of the Dream Center?  It is a ministry in Los Angeles that address people’s physical and spiritual needs in unique and practical ways.  They take God’s love to the darkest corners of Skid Row, to victims of sex trafficking and domestic violence, to desperate addicts, to foster children, to homeless men, women and families, to those who hunger for food and for hope.

We spent a week at the Dream Center earlier this year and I will forever be changed.  I could write a book on all the things I love about that place.  One of things that I love the most is that everyone who lives there, volunteers there, works there, or serves there has a story and it's the first thing they share with you when they meet you.  They share their story, their mess, their mistakes, and then they say the most beautiful words -- Jesus, only Jesus!

Hearing their stories of Redemption, hearing about where they are in their journey toward healing and in their journey to learn what it means to live out God's righteousness, it's the most amazing reminder that we serve a God that actively pursues our hearts.

We had the opportunity to attend a mid-week service and we worshiped alongside individuals from the residential discipleship program who struggled with all different types of life-controlling issues, as well as, homeless men and women who were bused in from Skid Row.  The church was filled with people, some who cleaned up to come and some who don't have access to showers and haven't cleaned up in a very long time.

I stood in awe as I watched them worship.  Their lives are a complete mess.  They have literally come to the end of themselves.  And when they sing praises to the One who came to rescue them, they do it without abandon.  Jesus, only Jesus!  I could cry just thinking about it.

There is a story in the Bible of two friends, Jonathan and David, whose lives couldn't be more different.  Jonathan was the king's son and David was a shepherd and a servant to the king.  Jonathan dressed like royalty.  He wore clothes made of the finest materials and of the most brilliant colors.  David, being a shepherd, wore a dirty, rugged tunic.  He lived with sheep and smelled like sheep.

We are told in 1 Samuel 18 that Jonathan loved David as himself.  Because of his love, he made a pact with David and sealed the pact by taking off his robe and giving it to David.  By giving David his royal robe, Jonathan was essentially saying, "when people see you, I want them to see me." 

How crazy would it be for David to act like he deserved to wear the royal robe?
How ridiculous would it be for David to forget that the only thing he could had to offer in return was a dirty, filthy, stinky tunic?

Jonathan and David's friendship is not just an amazing example of a Godly friendship, but it is a picture of Jesus' love for me.  And Jesus' love for you.

Jesus took our dirty, filthy, stinky rags and willingly put them on.  Then, He willingly shed His royal blood so that we could be clothed in His royal robe.
Jesus, only Jesus!
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"We are all infected and impure with sin.
When we put on our prized robes of righteousness,
we find they are but filthy rags."
{Isaiah 64:6}

"God made Christ who had no sin to become sin for us,
so that in Christ we could become the righteousness of God."
{2 Corinthians 5:21}

I was in junior high before I heard that God sent Jesus to earth to die for my sins.  The gospel sounded too simple but since hell sounded scary, I decided following Jesus was a good idea.  I spent the next 12 years going to church, reading my Bible, following the rules, hanging out with my Christian friends, attending Bible studies and teaching Sunday School.  I was living in such a way that it looked like I was wearing the royal robe, but it was actually an imitation.  I spent years making my own robe and just wore it over my old ones.  I never took off my filthy rags.  If you saw me from a distance, you would have mistaken my robe for the real thing.  But if you got too close, you could smell my old stinky rags hiding underneath.
The saddest thing about it?  I had no idea.

In 2002, Keith and I were living in Georgia and were sitting in our home with a dozen of our friends and half way into the evening, I overhear one of them, who was also a student pastor, sharing his story.  He and his wife took their students to youth camp a few years earlier and ended up giving their lives to Christ.  God had revealed to them that they knew a lot about Jesus, but didn't actually know Jesus.  As I was listening to him talk, I felt something inside of me start stirring, I felt like I was going to be sick and I just wanted him to stop talking.

Later that evening, I couldn't get his story out of my head.  God kept whispering, he's sharing your story, that is your story, that is you.  So, I started reminding God why He was wrong.  I teach Sunday school, I disciple girls, I am at church every time the doors are open, I make good choices and I'm a minister's wife for goodness sakes!  His reply, "what does any of that have to do with me?"  And He was right.  All of those things I did in my power and in my strength.  God loved me so much He wanted to rescue me from myself.

So on March 1, 2002, as a 27 year old mom and minister's wife, I confessed my need for Jesus, my need for His grace and mercy, my need for His Salvation.

"For it’s by God’s grace that you have been saved.
You receive it through faith. It was not our plan or our effort.
It is God’s gift, pure and simple. You didn’t earn it, not one of us did,
so don’t go around bragging that you must have done something amazing."
{Ephesians 2:8-9}

So, what's your story?
Where are you in your journey?

Are you like my friends at the Dream Center who have made a series of bad decisions and are left with a mess?  Do you feel like there is no way God could love you?  Like your rags are so filthy there is no hope for you?

Are like me and don't even realize that you are trying to live the Christian life in your own strength and in your own power?  Are you a good person and your desperate need for Jesus isn't as obvious?  Do you work hard at covering your filthy rags with Jesus stuff?

Are you a believer but are so caught up admiring the royal robe you are wearing that you forgot that you did nothing to deserve it?  Do you need to take your eyes off of yourself and look up?  There is nothing more humbling than seeing Jesus wearing your dirty, filthy, stinky rags.

It doesn't matter how good or how bad you are.
It doesn't matter if you go to church or if you don't see the point.
It doesn't matter if you know a lot about Jesus or if you've never heard His name.

The ground is level at the foot of the Cross.

The God of the Universe longs for a personal relationship with you and Jesus' work on the Cross makes that relationship possible.

"But God showed his great love for us by sending
Christ to die for us while we were still sinners."
{Romans 5:8}

Jesus, only Jesus!

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Wednesday, October 23, 2013


I have been sharing bits and pieces of my story recently because I desperately want you to see the messiness that is my life.  I want you to see the imperfections, which is something the me before Miles would have never, ever said.  But today, that is my heart.

When God placed Miles in our family, He completely shattered my view of Him, my view of marriage, my view of parenting and my view of myself.

He gave me a gift I didn't know to ask for.
A gift I didn't even realize I desperately needed.
He broke me and shattered my pride into so many pieces it left me completely vulnerable.

What will people think if they see my weaknesses?
What will people think when they find out that I have know idea how to be Miles' mom?

I immediately started making desperate attempts to try and put myself back together.  To try and cover up all the cracks.  But nothing worked.

I found myself at a place where I had to choose.
I could stay a broken mess and force everyone around me to enter my mess anytime they tried to get close, or I could trust God with every part of my life and have faith that He could make something good and beautiful out of the rubble.

"We are confident that God is able to orchestrate everything
to work toward something good and beautiful when we love Him
and accept His invitation to live according to His plan."
{Romans 8:28}

I want my story to be one of Redemption, so I had to allow God to put me back together, no matter how painful or uncomfortable.  I want, more than anything, to parent my boys from a place of healing, not from a place of hurting.

When I stopped pretending I didn't have cracks, when I stopped being afraid of what you would think when you saw how broken I really was, something amazing happened.  God helped me see why it's so important to not try and fix myself.  He helped me see that the pieces I so desperately kept trying to hold together were the very pieces that were keeping Jesus from being able to shine through.

The cracks, the missing pieces, they have a purpose.

"We now have this light shinning in our hearts,
but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure.
This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves."
{2 Corinthians 4:7}

I am a broken vessel.
A fragile clay jar that has been shattered.
And it has been God's most amazing gift to me.

Instead of spending all my time trying to cover and protect myself, I have spent my time reading my Bible and asking God to reveal to me His character.  Who He really is, not who I have made Him out to be.  Every time I came across a description of Him, I wrote it down.  It didn't take long to see that what I believed about God wasn't always true.

The more I learned about God's true character,
the more I learned how absolutely crazy He is about me.
The more I learned how much He loves me,
the easier it was for me to trust Him with the mess that is my life.

I went from begging God to put my life back together to begging God to please leave me broken.  There is so much beauty to be found in the brokenness.  So much freedom to be found there.

I never, ever want to be the me before Miles!

Do you mind if I ask, where are you in your journey?
Are you in the hurting, in the healing, or somewhere in between?
Are you tired of pretending you have it all together?
Are you tired of your marriage just surviving and not thriving?
Are you tired of feeling like your life doesn't even come close to everyone else's, professionally photographed, pinterest perfect, paleo eating, half-marathon running family?

"The only way... to find rest for our souls is to sit at Christ's feet and hear His Word."  -Matthew Henry

You are the only thing holding you back from living in the fullness of Christ.

"Going through the motions doesn't please you, a flawless performance is nothing to you.  I learned God-worship when my pride was shattered.  Heart-shattered lives ready for love doesn't for a moment escape God's notice."
{Psalm 51:17}

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