Grace At The Water

He wanted, like I knew his eight year old boy heart would, to go the water. There was no going to the beach on a sunny but cool day, and not going to the water and allowing the waves to kiss our brown skin. He knew this and proclaimed this to me an his momma. …

I before It

I was moody. I could feel it. I wasn’t exactly sure as to why. I was easily irritated and I was clinging with nails dug in to my “Make space for grace” mantra.  While I managed to keep my moodiness to myself, I knew it was a matter of one more request or one more…