Grace Undeserved

Last night as I was chatting with a friend about a variety of topics, something came up that really humbled me. Basically, I said something about how we as human beings often try to “deserve” or somehow measure up to the love that God freely extends to us. But no matter how often we try, we will NEVER measure up. Why? Because we are human.

 We aren’t perfect and we will never reach perfection. Everyday we say or do something that we later regret. We beat ourselves up over sins we wish we could conquer. We judge others when we see them fall short. We push ourselves to find ways to become worthy of Christ’s love (missions, serving, ministry work…..). All the while, our Heavenly Father is up in heaven seeing the mess we create for ourselves. He sees that we try to replace our “salvation by grace through faith” with human effort. But guess what? Despite all of the wrong we do, He still loves us–every imperfect part of us. He gives grace (unmerited favor) when we absolutely don’t deserve it. I don’t have to worry about being “enough” because Jesus is enough. 

Guys, let that sink in for a moment.

We may not deserve it, but God looks beyond our faults and sees the cross of Calvary. The blood and sacrifice of His Son covers all of our sin and shortcomings.  All we need to do is believe that and rest in God’s grace. ❤️ 

I don’t know about you, but that not only humbles me, but fills me with relief. My burden lifts when I put my faith completely in Jesus. Not resting on any effort of my own, but simply Him. I know the love my Father has for me is enough.

This was short, but I hope it blessed you. 

I leave you with one of my favorite verses Ephesians 2:8:

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.

Rest in Him,


National Adoption Awareness Month

I love my family. I love my sisters. I love this picture. 

Time is frozen in this photo. I was smiling and enjoying a fun day with my mom and sisters. But what the photo doesn’t show is my heart. On the inside I was filled  with turmoil that I tried so hard to keep hidden and didn’t want to share with others. I was only 9. I didn’t understand everything going on in my life. Truthfully, during this time, I was longing to have my biological brother live with me….wondering why my birth mom kept him and not us both…wishing I didn’t have to always be asked why I didn’t  look like my dad…wanting to look like my sisters. Strangely enough, I had everything I could have ever wanted–so why did I feel so…confused, broken, and lost?

November is National Adoption Awareness Month. Over the last few years, this month has become one of my favorite months. You see, I have realized the importance of sharing my personal adoption story and listening to the adoption journeys of others. It also gives me the chance to point out some myths that I have come across as well as learn about myths that I never before gave much thought. 

One of the most common myths I would like to point out today is “an adopted child just needs a loving home and their problems will go away.” Adoption is born out of pain, rejection, abuse, and loss. Hugs don’t make the pain go away. Neither does a room full of new toys. Warm meals on the table may fill a belly, but it doesn’t heal a broken heart. 

Is all hope loss? No at all! No matter the age of the child, heartbreak takes time to overcome. Think of times in your life that you have been disappointed and hurt by a loved one’s actions. Was it easy to get over? Probably not. It. Takes. Time. 

Personally, I can attest to the importance of patience. I wanted to heal–but it took time. Time to realize that I was not defned by my past. Time to learn that I didn’t have to push away those that loved me. Time to truly realize that I could be loved just for being me. Time to fully understand that I AM LOVED by my Heavenly Father. Time to embrace love, hugs, people, family, life…and slowly coming to terms with the past. Eventually, I saw the beauty of the future instead of being stuck in the darkness of past abuse, neglect, and rejection. Healing came and ultimately so did forgiveness to those who hurt me.

If you have adopted, are adopted, are hoping to adopt, or just want to educate yourself on the subject, just remember that healing takes time. There can be victory in the end. Be patient. 

You are loved, 


Here I go…again.


Hey friend!

A few years ago I started a blog. I enjoyed writing down my ramblings  thoughts and new things the Lord was teaching me. It was great while it lasted. Well, until the posts become less and less. Eventually, I just stopped altogether. Life got busy and it was just too hard to keep up.

Today, life is–well, it’s still busy. However, much has changed since the first blog. I have since conquered college and earned a B.S. in Elementary Education. I moved to the great state of Wyoming  for a teaching job. While this move meant new state, new church, and new friends, it has blessed me with the opportunity to live much closer to part of my family. After my move, I also accepted a summer nanny position… which is basically a fancy way of saying playing all day. ☺️

Life has changed a bit, but I’m loving every minute.

Will you join me in this new adventure? The journey awaits!

In Him,