Were you ever asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I’ve learned only God knows our future, and what we should be asking is: Lord, what do YOU want me to be when I grow up?

You would think comedy would be the last way God would address sin, but then, the belly of a large fish doesn’t seem like a good idea to me either.

I love to travel, especially to foreign lands. Even though I speak no foreign language, I embrace the culture, the food, and even the inconveniences.

I can trace it back to one night during my senior year of high school. Unable to sleep, I grieved the loss of aborted unborn life... I knew I had to do something.

A few months ago I admitted that I struggle with bulimia. Even though I have never made myself throw up, I excessively worked out, dieted, fasted, and then binged on food. I would eat, and eat, and eat some more. It was as if I could not stop eating...

Fall is definitely my favorite time of the year. I love the beauty God created in the changing of the seasons.

As sweater weather settles in, the things I love about the cooler seasons are blanket cuddling, football watching, coffee sipping, even a skinny pumpkin spice or gingerbread latte (with whipped cream of course), and the warm glow of a fire. But, what’s even better is when these simple pleasures are shared with others.