Author: Brenda

Sitting here in my parked car, on my birthday, I’m looking at a tiny house with a purple door. I can hardly contain my excitement as I’m about to …

Sitting here in Starbucks I see through the window our first real snow, blanketing the tables and chairs. I got here early and have eaten my chocolate croissant and …

(Who writes a beach blog in December? I do, because that’s where I was recently.) It is my second morning on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I lay …

I’m currently driving and drinking my coffee while talking this into my phone, where it is writing it as text. It will then be emailed to myself. No, this …

I’m sitting here, once again, trying to have my God-time first thing in the morning. You could call it my “prayer time” but for me, since I’m talking (praying) …

This is your year, what do you want? What are you wishing for, hoping for? What’s holding you back? I’ve found that what holds me back isn’t usually money, …

It’s Christmas Eve and I’m sitting here at Starbucks with Jesus, the music playing as I look out the windows at the cloudy, dreary sky. My mom is safely …

It has been a long time since I was at the beach. Growing up I could see it out my bedroom window, plus living only fifty miles from the …