Writing about Jesus With Gratitude + Grace

Today she prayed out loud for the first time.

I used to scream at my family a lot. Frustration and anger overwhelmed me and I made sure everyone heard it.

I don’t know the answer, but I’m trying to figure it out.

He has been GOOD to me.

A few days ago I snuck in a guilty pleasure, a 90-minute phone conversation with one of my good friends from our single days in Nashville.

Self-pity is not my friend.

The love I have for my daughter has twisted me up and laid me bare.

I am so thankful to be able to say I am totally in love.

A few years ago, I did some pretty extreme fasting as an act of obedience to God.

Advent seems like a very fitting parallel to our time of waiting.

I’ve always been taught the biblical principle of sowing and reaping.

The last several weeks have been difficult for me.

One year ago today, Rick asked me to marry him.

When I was in high school (back in the olden days…), the girls did a silly little thing that had me rolling my eyes.

“Just breathe, Kimberly. Relax and breathe.”

Wearing a big, white dress on her wedding day is something that most little girls dream of, and I was no exception.

It’s been shocking to many, many people that I am marrying a farmer and moving to the rural midwest to live in the land of cornfields.

A woman recently wrote in an e-newsletter I subscribe to for advice because she’s attracted to a kind, godly man from her small church.

$40.22. That is the total amount of money I have saved in the last year or so by saving my change.

I’m not sure how many times I’ve mentioned on this blog site how difficult I have found “the wait”