hey sole sister, "AND" This 3-letter conjunction makes me feel free and secure. This word has allowed me the freedom to feel and experience one, two, even seven or one hundred things at one time and listen to my compass a little closer. This pattern of thinking that includes more “ands” and less “buts” is changing me. It is changing my relationships. And it is changing the way I view others. Both is Beautiful: There’s a famous story in my family about “that one time Catherine

The radio was on quietly in the background as me and two friends were cruising around town on our way to our favorite dinner spot - when suddenly amidst the momentary lull in conversation I heard my JAM come on. I cranked the stereo and began, without much thought, singing the lyrics to this well-known pop song. As I looked around to see if the whole car was as L I T as I was over this tune-age, I quickly noticed I was making a solo debut and my accompaniment was blank stares

Once upon a time I yelled at God. Yup. you read that right. I (me) yelled (cussed) AT God. Now, before you throw stones or burn me at the stake, allow me to be just a little vulnerable and real with you. Lately, I’ve been a little frustrated with God. I’ve been walking through this season of brokenness and healing for what seems like more than enough time. In my finite mind, this situation should be over and done with. I’ve pled my case, cried my tears, walked my path, read

It's a running joke in our family that fall is the WORST season of them all. It's funny now being 20 years removed from childhood, but when my brother and I were kids (I think it's safe to speak for us both) we hated fall. I loathed it. Because before cute booties, blanket scarves and pumpkin spice lattes- there were Saturday's and there were chores. And not just any chores. No, fall had a special chore that so uniquely sucked my soul unparalleled by any other season… the dev