"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." – Maya Angelou
Before Christmas, the lady I nanny for gave me this book. She had read it in her book club and didn't know if I would be interested in it, but said I was welcome to take it. She is so awesome, by the way. (When I think about what God has been doing in this... Continue Reading →
This week I have been reminded of my constant battle against myself to be content. I have offered blame at being a first born, at being motivated, wanting to live abundantly, blah. The truth is I get antsy and discontent with what I have at the moment and want the next big thing. It's funny... Continue Reading →
