Grief Like Oceans

Seven years ago, my brother's life on this Earth came unexpectedly to an end. When you've only lived to be 24, seven years is a very long time. A few months before that shattering news came, I had moved to Charleston where the coast and the ocean became very much a...

Grief Like Oceans

Seven years ago, my brother's life on this Earth came unexpectedly to an end. When you've only lived to be 24, seven years is a very long time. A few months before that shattering news came, I had moved to Charleston where the coast and the ocean became very much a...

BE THE VILLAGE

The year I turned 26, I was a tired mom to a busy toddler and a curious baby who wouldn’t sleep. My mornings began at 5 AM during that long Pennsylvania winter when sunshine seemed to hide its face and the bitter cold drove us into our homes. Breakfast often felt like...

Self Love

Self Love

The week before my last chemo treatment for breast cancer, my husband, Ryan, and I went out on a much needed date day. It had been months since we went somewhere together that didn’t involve a hospital, infusion center, doctor's office, or good ole’ Costco. My in-laws...

Steadfast Faith

One of the coolest things about growing up abroad as a missionary kid was the frequent opportunity to meet incredible people from all over the world. Mission fields attract people whose hearts are on fire for Jesus and his command to preach the gospel to all nations,...

What To Do When Your Children See Your Pain

What To Do When Your Children See Your Pain

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.... And when I look at this one, it’s true; I can’t seem to form any. Just a lump in my throat that won’t go away. There’s a childhood innocence and a mother’s sorrow intertwined in a way that shows love and heartache all...

Breaking Jars

Breaking Jars

There’s a story to be told of the least.  Actually, most stories in the Bible seem to begin with the discarded, despised or simply forgotten. A stuttering Moses, an immigrant Ruth, a young David and a teenage Mary. The list could go on.  A man named Gideon...

Hi! I’m Amy…

I am a stay-at-home mom with a passion for books, baking, gardening and homeschooling. My calling to write stems from the desire to share the depths and vastness of grief and suffering, and how to point it back towards an eternal perspective through Jesus. Called to live full and grace filled lives, I hope to acknowledge pain, inspire joy through brokenness and find purpose in the beauty, the ugly and the mundane of parenting day to day. 

My husband, Ryan, and I live in Charleston, SC with our 4 busy boys, 2 dogs and constant influx of tadpoles, frogs, crayfish and lizards.