FWJ

It’s a Saturday morning. I seem to slip away from my morning routine on Saturdays. Ya feel me? Normally, I start with the Word, drink war...

How I became the Interim Worship Leader A Memory Recalled I was finished with the tenth grade. It was now summer of eleventh grade and al...

Tired. I get this way a lot. Most of the time it is because I go full speed in all things, and before the day is up, I'm catching my eme...

Howdy- ho neighbors! friend Jessie popping in to conclude the third part of my three part series today! I've talked through my two passio...

My second passion- MUSIC Music. It deserves it’s own sentence to begin with because I LOVE music. Now, I’m gonna take a deep breath and t...

Prelude I’ve been a closet dreamer all my life. Thinking up the unthinkable, and then gladly putting it aside as I came back to reality. ...

Words from me: friend Jessie Cut the crap. Cut out all the frilly stuff that boosts insecurity. Cut out all the right things to say to m...

The house was quiet- Jed wasn’t home yet. I had neglected the guitar for so long my fingers hurt from playing. I always seem to get in t...

A picture worth a thousand words... I have a husband. His name is Jed. He captured this picture of me during the saddest snow day ever. T...