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Whit's End: Throwing them out.
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Thursday, November 7, 2013. Do you ever have those conversations that give you a new outlook on your week? Or even a new outlook on your future? I recently had one of these. (My next post won't be quite so thought provoking, promise! Why doesn't my husband do that for me? Why didn't God give me that ability? Why does my hair not curl? Why isn't it straight and silky? Or my favorite, she just seems like she has so much favor! So, back to my friend. What do we do with these false realities? Center a href="...
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His Ladyship: March 2014
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Like a Lady: Health and Fitness. I recently decided I wanted to live that active, healthy life again. In November I ran my first half marathon, and this month I completed the two-month exercise program Insanity. A passion for health and fitness has been developing in me, because I want everyone to feel the way I do after I make fitness accomplishments! It’s a truly amazing feeling when your body grows stronger and faster, and when you push yourself to the limit. Start off by taking long afternoon walks i...
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His Ladyship: April 2014
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Like A Lady: Choosing to Smile. I realized in this moment that simple problems require simple solutions. So I boldly prayed outloud. 8220;As we close our eyes in prayer, can we all smile. 8221; At first, some chuckled. I know, it was an unexpected prayer. Smiling doesn’t seem like anything “spiritual,” right? Or, does it? Smiling is good for the soul. I think that God knew that His ladies would need an example of a woman who demonstrates joy. Smiling is good for the body. Proverbs 15:30 “. By smiling for...
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His Ladyship: Hands Together: being the hands and feet of Jesus
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Hands Together: being the hands and feet of Jesus. Here are a few of our personal experiences we want to share with our His Ladyship community! Is love - selfless and sacrificial. As it turned out, I learned a great deal from this wise woman, and I think we, as a community, could do the same. She walked in and I said “Look, Mommy’s here! I was overwhelmed at the chance to serve with one of my greatest passions: hair. A couple of girls from various salons joined me to set up shop in. Here at His Ladyship,...
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Sufficient Grace: January 2015
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I had planned on continuing my once-a-month Scripture printables this year, but just did not get around to doing January's. So while I figure out what I'm doing there, enjoy this FREE valentine! I used this for both of my kids last year and honestly will likely use it again this year since they're at a different school and I don't feel like figuring out something else. Lol. Bubbles are always a big hit for preschoolers! I got these containers at Hobby Lobby last year, but they're also available on Amazon.
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Sufficient Grace: July 2014
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I realize I never wrote a post for Gabriel on his birthday. It was hectic trying to get everything ready to our trip to Israel that I couldn't find the time to sit and write something meaningful for my special, special boy. So here it finally is, two months late! My dear Gabriel,. You were my first newborn, my first crawler, my first toddler, my first introduction to this motherhood thing. You were the first one to take a piece of my heart with you as you left my arms. Over the last year, I have watched ...
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Whit's End: At this moment.
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Monday, October 28, 2013. At this moment I am thinking of the kindred spirits in this world – you know, the people truly get you. Through and through. These are those people that share your passions, collaborate with your heart, and energize your soul. At this moment, I challenge you to thank God for a gift. Perhaps it’s a best friend, a kindred spirit. Or, perhaps it’s something of an entirely different nature. But take a moment, just one, and say a prayer of thanksgiving. Want to know more about me?
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Whit's End: Choosing to Dive.
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Saturday, October 26, 2013. When I was younger, I couldn’t dive. Ok, I. Can’t dive. I am scared, y’all! I know, I know, it’s just water… but going in headfirst? I don’t think so. I also could never do a cartwheel or a front flip on the trampoline. I used to think it was because I was scared of getting hurt, but looking back, it was actually fear of failing. Maybe it’s because when everyone else does it, they make it seem easy and effortless and what if it’s not? I’m choosing to dive. What will you choose?
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Whit's End: I met someone.
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Tuesday, October 8, 2013. Yesterday I had an unforgettable encounter. It wasn't unforgettable because it was amazing. no, I did not meet "the one" or anything like that (#thingschristiangirlssay). Actually, it wasn't amazing at all, just unforgettable. A simple conversation while getting my Chrysler's oil changed at a local body shop. The lady at the check-out seemed noticeably interested in my life. where I went to school. where I worked. yada yada. We'll just call her Sue. Me: Is this a trick question?
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His Ladyship: A Return to Fairy Tales
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A Return to Fairy Tales. A Return to Fairytales. I don’t have the best memory, but the memories my heart and mind have filed away from my childhood (though few) remain rich in detail. I can often remember what I was wearing, what the weather was like, what I was feeling at that exact moment, the aromas, and the sounds that flooded my eager, listening ears. I remember weekend visits, thinking, “Maybe he won’t hurt me this time. Maybe this time will be different.”. I was able to do this because of the incr...