God has spent a fair amount of time in recent days reminding me that I am found in Him: even when I feel completely lost, even if everyone seems to have forgotten me, even if it doesn’t seem like anybody is paying attention, He is.

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.