“Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow” Psalm 51:7. When I was a newlywed I saw myself as a domestic goddess in the making. My genes confirmed such visions. My mom was a culinary diva; my dad was a card-carrying neat freak with zero tolerance
[et_pb_section admin_label=”section”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] The one place where I learn that I can do hard things This post is dedicated to and written for all of my fantastic “frunners” from my local chapter of Moms Run This Town, a group of women whose dedication, wisdom, and encouragement inspire
I hope you have been blessed with the opportunity to either live somewhere in the country where you have a Chuy’s nearby, or, at the very least, have traveled somewhere where you have been able to dine there at least once. What a treat! All of their salsas and creams are To. Die. For! The Creamy Jalapeño Dip
Did you know that in Texas you can get a motorcycle license at age 15? You can only imagine how I felt when at age 14 my son Isaac started begging for a motorcycle. Being the average, worse-case-scenario-thinking kind of mother that I am, I dug in my heels and with a convincing NO as
[et_pb_section admin_label=”section”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row” make_fullwidth=”off” use_custom_width=”off” width_unit=”on” use_custom_gutter=”off” padding_mobile=”off” allow_player_pause=”off” parallax=”off” parallax_method=”off” make_equal=”off” parallax_1=”off” parallax_method_1=”off” column_padding_mobile=”on”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] For years, I have wanted to author a blog. For years, I have wanted to be heard. For years, I have wanted to be known. Don’t we all want to be known
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[et_pb_section admin_label=”section”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] Welcome to my new home. I’m so glad you stopped by! I would love for you to stay awhile. Run and Not Grow Weary is an ongoing journey into the rawest places of my soul, where I will always be seeking hope, healing, and the