I was an immature nineteen year old when I had my daughter. I was a kid having a kid. A married kid, but a kid nonetheless. And it really makes me wonder... how did she do it?
Tag: hope
The Sweet Smell of Perfume
I want so much to be one of those people that spend a significant amount of time of in the Word every morning as well as in prayer and meditation. Sadly, I find it all too easy to press the snooze button on my alarm. That right there-that tells the truth of what's in my heart. ME..Me-NOT God. And that fact makes me sad.
Seeking God
I may be struggling and I may be worrying about this decision but I know that God knows the end from the beginning of this situation.
My Everyday Hope 