Thrill of Hope

I exhaled slowly, considering my response. I’ve been asked this question approximately 23 days in a row. “But where are the lights?” As I shuttle Harlow to school each day, we pass by the park. During the Christmas season, its halls, errr, pine trees, were decked with lights as far as the eye could see.… Continue reading Thrill of Hope

Hooked

On what must have been the windiest day of the year, we loaded up our jeep with fishing poles, snacks, and chairs. We made our way down to the pond, fishing line whipping in the whirls, tangling into itself. As we shooed the cows enough to make room for our set up, we were met… Continue reading Hooked

Merry Christmas from Salty but Sweet

Thank you all so much for your love and support for Salty but Sweet! I pray that you are encouraged and inspired by the words that you read or listen to on the blog/podcast. I hope that the spirit moves you as you reflect on your own experiences and when you pray bold prayers. We… Continue reading Merry Christmas from Salty but Sweet

You’re Somebody

I’ve been hanging around with a lot of desperate people lately. I don’t mean desperate as in your mama telling you not to act like you’re desperate. I mean people who are desperate for resolution, for relationship, revelation, belonging, purpose, and fulfillment. This desperation takes on different shapes pending how desperately the owner is attempting… Continue reading You’re Somebody

You are a river

“I realized I’m not a lake, I’m a river.” I heard this on a podcast recently. I backed it up and replayed it. I was intrigued by this idea and have been thinking about it ever since. Each summer, my family travels to north Georgia to spend the week together in a house overlooking Lake… Continue reading You are a river

Mama said that it was okay

We just finished celebrating homecoming week! The ideas and traditions around homecoming have changed over the years and vary from place to place. For me, it invokes memories at my high school alma mater. As a cheerleader, I would spend weeks hand painting spirit signs to hang up at the football game and around our… Continue reading Mama said that it was okay

Give Thanks

“Hit it, Harlow!” Every day, we pray together on our ride to school. We start out the same way, “Good morning, Jesus!” Depending on which kid is doing the praying that day, I facilitate the prayer or just listen as Grey or Harlow talk to Jesus. If you know Harlow, you know she’s a ham.… Continue reading Give Thanks

Provisions

I didn’t grow up on a farm. I take that back. The place I grew up was once a working farm, but by the time I came along, it was no longer in use. My brothers and I spent our days imagining castles and hacking out trails through large, shady trees. We picnicked near the… Continue reading Provisions

Bitter.

I’ve been thinking a lot about bitterness. I’ve been through seasons that left me bitter. I know you have, too. Sometimes, the season is fleeting. Other times, it becomes a fog that just won’t seem to lift even after the morning sun rises and dries up everything else. I spend most of my days talking… Continue reading Bitter.

Halfway

I scrubbed at the sticky smudge on my screen, annoyed that gloop was gunking up my phone and occluding my gaze. I tried to tally how many popsicles Grey had consumed so far this summer – and how many drips had dropped on all of my things. He and I have been having weekly dates… Continue reading Halfway