The time is NOW!

Kenya!

Excited.....understatement!  Every time this season rolls around I always wonder if God is going to give me a GO or not this time!  With a resounding YES from Him, I am off yet another time to be with my friends and family in Nairobi.  The travel dates changed allowing my doula clients to be due two weeks before I leave. (Pray they are no later)

This year the trip looks a bit different. We have a much smaller team going this year and the focus has changed a little.  We will be doing a leadership conference for 3 days.  We will focus on on wholeness, and leadership. We will minister and prophesy over the leaders that have been cultivated there.  Then we will put on our youth conference for at least 1000 students.  

Another exciting moment that I am praying comes about...... last year I was privileged to pray for a lady that had a great desire to have a baby.  Normally, prophesying time frames and definitely sex of a baby is not normal for me.  But I received a letter from this precious lady that she became pregnant within the year and with a girl as I had prayed over her. She is due while I am there and I am believing God will get me there just in time!

With this trip coming so quickly and unexpected for me the funds are due very quickly. I need $2500 by August 1.  Some of it is already very past due. If God leads you to give in anyway, I will get you a link or an address.  Please know that prayer and funds are greatly appreciated. 

I remember two years ago, when God spoke to me through Dave Wagner. He said keep your bags ready and never worry about finances.  This is one of those moments when I am choosing to trust in HIS great provision.  

Thank you to all who pray for me, empower me and encourage me to walk this beautiful calling out.  I will keep everyone updated.  

The Cross and the Tomb

My thoughts go back to years ago when my dad walked in the house and said,"Why do you have so many crosses?" "You shouldn't focus on the death, but the resurrection." My entry way was a cross wall and I loved all the different places represented and the gifts given to me! Most were signed and dated!  I know he meant well, but it made ME question what I really thought. I’ve learned to love examining why I think or believe something.  You see I do celebrate Christ’s resurrection, without it the cross would mean nothing! And I know He is with the Father interceding for me, and because He He is Risen, He sent His comforter in His place!!! And boy in this world of pain and sorrow I need Holy Spirit! I love the songs about death where is your sting and up from the grave He arose; they move me, but for me it's THE CROSS that truly changed my life. I don't know of a time since I was a little girl that I wasn’t moved deeply by the cross and His blood shed. In the same manner, communion never gets old for me. My friend Judy and I started doing communion together years ago and then I started doing it alone at home. It was then that I really began to experience the significance for ME!

THE CROSS....REDEMPTION....HIS GIFT TO ME! His body broken for me was MERCY. I didn’t get what I deserve! His blood shed gives me life, redemption, and makes me righteous! He gave me what I did not deserve; it’s GRACE! I’d be nothing without the cross, I'd be so lost in shame. I'd be the one stoned that Jesus would bend down in the sand and write something until my accusers left. I would stay in bondage to sin, abuse, pain, fear, addictions.....but the cross is my FREEDOM! His blood represents everything I did and will do, and everything done to me. It means I'm covered completely, FORGIVEN! No more SHAME! There is not a single regret or mistake that's too big to be covered at the cross where He shed His blood! He covered it all! Why??? Because He loves us! I was His joy that helped Him endure the horrific and agonizing pain. The JOY!!! His own Father surrendered His son for me. Yeah not so much something I would do to be honest.  I lost my Darren too soon and held tight to the next five! But Father did and Jesus, His only son said Yes. Oh, He could have gotten down from the cross, but no! He did it for me! Again I was the joy! It gets me everytime I take the cup and everytime I see the cross. They aren't just decor for me. They truly are a reminder that I am His joy! And I get to be FREE! In the last seasons another big picture came to me. It was that of surrender, laying my life down, crucifying the flesh, and dying that I might truly live. The only reason we don't crucify our flesh is simply pride to me. Our need to be right?? Control not surrender?(previous blog) What I found out is the greater freedom is going to the cross with Him and laying my life down as He did. I don't have to sacrifice blood, because He took care of that, but I do have a choice to go to the cross and surrender as He so lovingly and graciously did for me. Again the cross represents freedom and redemption! Because when I lay down my life, holding onto nothing...reputation, the need to be right, addictions, blame, control, etc. I truly get to experience the CROSS! I get true FREEDOM! So when Easter and the resurrection are celebrated Im right there rejoicing, but THE CROSS is sometimes where I just need to stay to maintain my freedom. It's where I became a true daughter! It’s where I receive my identity of who I am and Whose I am!

“For I received from the Lord what I also delivered to you, that the Lord Jesus on the night when he was betrayed took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it, and said, "This is my body which is for you. Do this in remembrance of me." In the same way also he took the cup, after supper, saying, "This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me." For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord's death until he comes.” ‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭11:23-26‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Control or surrender? Spirit led or soul led?

It's been too long of putting on a shelf His request for me to write. Why? Fear? But when you don't let that have a hold anymore, great things can happen! So here I begin again.


When you have been turning up a lot of stuff, battling, processing, leaning in, seeking, listening, obeying and the day to day keeps revealing more truth and revelation, it just culminates to a place of vulnerability and sharing. You know when you hope someone can learn something much quicker than you....so you share with that hope.

Who has control issues?? Most likely, most of us... because if we are not allowing Him complete control and aren't surrendered, then we probably have this issue somewhere!

As earthly beings we live from our soul unless we change our way of thinking. We tend to live aware of our sin and being self conscious. In this case we aren't being spirit led and God-conscious.

Just like Paul we ask, "why do we do the things we don't want to do" and wonder isn't the old man suppose to have died and aren't we a new creation....? Then why do we not function as a new creation?? We have to change the way we think, quit being soul-led and begin to be Spirit led. That takes being intentional! We have to yield to Him and know we are in need of a Savior.  We are in Him and He is in us so all the fullness of Him and heaven is in us! That's powerful! That doesn't leave room for any insecurity, because we are good in HIM! Our identity is so secure!

He is completely and more than capable to meet every need!

Our gifts and callings are irrevocable. They are given to us by God so why do we try to get approval of man?? That means we are trying to be defined by a human being!
That will be a hamster wheel you never get off unless you become more GOD CONSCIOUS AND HEAVENLY MINDED!

So who is with me and wants to agree that the old man is dead and choose the privilege of fellowshipping with only the new man and being Spirit led??!

It's really freeing, and peaceful and crazy awesome to not have to strive and get to live out of who He is in us!!

I did it long enough the other way that the fruit of that lifestyle and belief system affected many negatively! You see I experienced hellacious trauma, threats, robbed childhood, lack of safety, no voice, and the result of that was living out of fear which led to control and protecting my self. Well, when the lies are exposed and the truth is where you begin to live from, the burden gets light, the skip returns to your step, you dance like a child again, and the future looks really bright!

So grateful for the first time in my life that my pastors didn't give up on me, ran the race with me, weren't afraid of messy, loved me big and saw the TRUE Angelia!

#revelation #freedom

Mighty to save

Laying here in bed listening to the singing of birds, a rooster crowing in the faint distance, and watching the skies begin to light from the sun peeking up somewhere, many thoughts are rushing through my head as I am processing the events and emotions of the past few days and what's ahead in a few hours.

The quiet really helps you to just be still and imagine........right now I imagine a different world...
One with less trauma
Free of loss
No disease
No homeless...everyone feels like a daughter or son instead of extreme loneliness
More kindness and sacrifice
Focusing on the lasting and not the temporal things.

Could we sell it all?
I met a family yesterday as I spent the day at New Life Childrens Home; they did!
Husband, wife, and three daughters, 7, 8, and 11 sold their business, home, cars, all belongings except 4-5 outfits each and left Florida to experience a life they did not know. This month they are living in Kibera, largest slum in central/Eastern Africa, sharing one room and bathing from a pail standing up.
As Erin shared her heart about their encounters, the very hard days so far, and even some loneliness, a tear streamed down her face-she said this is what I miss most, a girlfriend to share my heart with and sip a glass of wine....that was the 'luxury' she was wanting. Gratefulness has become the place she is functioning from now, and not focusing on the material things.

I'm not sure I could really do this.......
BUT I pray this is the place I am moving into, one of radical obedience.  That might not be the path we are called to walk, but the "take up my cross and follow Him" has to be the most important and powerful position I take.

There is so much desperation here in Kenya as well as all over the world.  Last night as I spoke with Fred, Joy Divine Children's Home director about a boy from two years ago, Joseph that he took in from youth camp who kept running away back to the streets, because he only new an orphan mentality.  I found myself overwhelmed to the point of tears of so much need and devastation that I was questioning how we can ever do enough?  Fred made the statement,
"I can only be obedient to the one at a time He calls me to, BUT God is mighty to save."

So I will continue to look for the ONE! If we all look for the ONE, the impact can be far-reaching.

A hug
A smile
A touch
Buying a cup of coffee
Giving your shoes or a jacket
Time............................

Im ruined on the streets!

I’m ruined!  Comfort, convenience and luxury seem so irrelevant right now.  When you see how the majority of people live here on this side of the world, things that were so important just aren’t anymore.  Watching the ladies push just to get a pair of shoes for their filthy, cut up, tired feet and then dance when they got them on brought tremendous joy!  They didn’t even care if they were tight and we had bigger sizes.  I think they were afraid to take them off that they might not get another pair! 

The first women I encountered had a baby attached to her back and I began to pray for her and she passed out on top of the baby.  Another homeless lady helped me get her unattached from her mom as they moved the mother to the side of the room.  The terror in the sweet girls eyes was heart wrenching. She did allow comfort but continued to look around for her mommy. I went to pray for another older lady because she had a stroke and HIV positive and wanted healing, but as I prayed I heard “pray for me to heal her broken heart”.  As I began to pray, she laid her head on my shoulder and just bawled.  Right then I knew that was so much more than physical healing for her. Then there was the little boy named Anthony that wanted his stomach to be prayed for and I got to lead him to Jesus. Soon as he prayed believing for salvation, his stomach was healed and his salvation secured!  Come on!!!

What I saw yesterday cannot be put in words.  The desperateness and hopelessness in the eyes of these precious people will grab my heart forever.  I’m afraid of living comfortable, complacent and ignorant in any form.  I want to change the world for someone. That starts just by loving one! Whatever that sacrifice and risk looks like I’m willing!

Truly affected in Kenya

     My heart is overwhelmed and we have only had two full days here in Kenya.  Spending the first day at New Life orphanage with babies to two years old was such a delight!  They are so excited to see you, immediately running to your arms.  They love the attention whether its to be played with, fed or rocked. The two we fell in love with last year, Ken and Lucas have both been adopted now.  I was sure hoping to see them, but so thankful they have a home now!
     Today affected me deeply.  We did VBS in the slums and to see the harsh conditions that these people live in is so difficult and yet brings more gratefulness into my heart for all my blessings. The kids just want to be touched and shown love.  What does that look like?  You have to look past snot, filth, wet clothes(no diapers), coughing, stench and remember why you are there!  My heart is to affect people, to be a part of change in people's lives, to help propel others to their destinies.  To do that you have to get uncomfortable sometimes! Soon as I dove in, none of the circumstances mattered.  The reward is so great-its eternal!  I spent a lot more time this year loving on the mom's walking around or on the side of the streets sewing or selling stuff.  I know as a mom it has to be so difficult to know you can't provide what your child needs.  I would just speak a little swahili, give them hugs, shake their hands, tell them they were beautiful and try to enter their world, which is so different than ours.  (I will never take for granted a toilet in the US again!) It was so hard to leave today, I wanted to hold one more, wipe another tear, give another smile, if only I could do more!  But I know by affecting one, you can affect a generation!  It was then that we headed to Destiny Community Church in the Dandora Slums.  The man who planted this church IS affecting a generation.  Pastor Kariz grew up in the slums and digging in the dump, a criminal and more BUT GOD! We spent time at his church worshipping, prophesying and calling forth destinies!  These people dont do anything to be seen, they just usher the presence of God into the place and are watching people be saved, set free and delivered.  I watched one man with tears streaming down his face as he worshipped that was just saved and immediately delivered from 15 years of drug addiction two weeks ago.  They worship like no one else is watching!  It was a beautiful sight!  I truly was affected today and I go to bed requesting of God to never stop using me, to keep me in a humble place full of gratefulness and always saying YES to Him no matter what it looks like.

Africa 2012 highlights

Another part of my heart!

     It has been a year since I walked the soil of Africa, feeling His heartbeat for the people of this nation.  The visuals of dirty, sad faces, torn clothes, slums, families high on glue to curb their appetite and then hundreds of teens worshipping God at our Count Me In youth camp are so vivid right now as I finish packing.  You see I left a part of my heart there last August and I was just realizing that another part will be left there again.  I am so deeply grateful for this opportunity to be His heart, hands and feet to these precious people.
     You see, I realize how rich we are in the US, even if someone is at the lowest income bracket.  What do we sacrifice:  our Starbucks, an extra bracelet, another dinner out, another pair of shoes.  Does our sacrifice really cost us anything? Do we really feel it?  I'm not saying anything is wrong with nice things, but do we give what we have?  I'm so excited to have dirt on my hands, snot on my shirt, little sleep, lots of Ugali(Africa food we eat everyday)!  I'm learning as I get older how rich I am when I give sacrificially.  I want to care less about my comfort and more about the hurting. I want to make a difference.  My time is now to go, for such a time as this I am called.  I hope I never lose that hunger to be Him wholly here on earth.
   So as I leave tomorrow with my girls, please pray for divine encounters, hope given, hearts restored and His love to be lavished upon these precious people.

Her legacy still lives on

Mom’s legacy

This week it’s been obvious to me the HUGE hole left in my heart when my mom left this earth. 

As my heart walks through the journey I made with my mom 9 years ago today, the memories flood my mind.  I would fly back and forth from Texas to Alabama every week going home for a few days at a time. I was so torn leaving my 5, 7, 9, 11, and 13-year-old children, but I couldn’t have imagined not taking care of mom. I had to trust that God had my babies and He would protect them in my absence.   And the gift of friendships He gave me helped make my time away possible, knowing that David wouldn’t be alone during this season and my children would have all the care they needed.   

My time away didn’t include rest.  The days were long and the nights even longer, emptying her stomach bag, cleaning her up, holding her head while she vomited, endless ice chips, feeding her popsicles and smoothies that we tried to get in her for nourishment (I remember begging her to eat), singing to her (not like the angels she is with now), reading the Word to her, praying with her, and us believing together for her miracle.  Many times I’d slip into the other room and pour out my tears and heartache, talk to a friend or family member that would pray with me and supernatural strength would come for another day.

I remember mom having me play “If You Want me to” by Ginny Owens around the clock. She embraced her journey and whatever that entailed. Mom truly expected to see her healing this side of heaven, but also accepted whatever trials or circumstance were before her.  Through the battle of cancer and chemo, she never complained and her side effects were extremely terrible.  Mom knew her suffering was nothing compared to her Savior’s on the cross.  Would she have chosen to walk this road?  No.  But she knew she wasn’t walking it alone. Her greatest desire was that others would see her life bring God glory.  And they did!

The night before she went to be with Jesus, I called David weary wanting to just come home a few days and he said lets wait for another day and see how mom is doing.  She took her last breath the next day.  I was lying beside her with my arm wrapped around her frail 58-year old body, my dad had one of her hands and my brother had her other.  I kept whispering in her ear over and over, “Live!”  Many family members surrounded her bed grieving.  We knew she was in a better place and whole.  But the HOLE she left in all of our lives was HUGE! I believe with all my heart she had fulfilled her purpose here on earth and He said, “Well done!”  So she went HOME to truly LIVE! 

I was sharing with my friend, Jana yesterday about how most days are easy, but then there are days that I long deeply for her.  She said, “Obviously the memories were so amazing that her absence is still majorly felt.  What a legacy!  Oh that we would all live lives that affected people years after we are gone.”  So  I allowed myself to remember today. 

My beautiful mommy,

Mom, you were a picture of inner strength and beauty to me.  You were an extension of Christ here on earth.  I never heard you complain.  You had a lot of heartaches and difficult situations in your life, but you always had more love and grace to pour out.  It flowed from you so naturally.  You told me once that when you didn’t feel love, you would ask God to love through you and He would and then you would.  Thank you so much for that, because many times that is exactly how I get through a situation. Your faith was steady and never wavered.  I know there were financially tight times, but you believed always in His provision and His promises and you left me with that faith.  You served in every capacity and never looked out for your own needs.  You would stay up late writing papers with me (my least favorite subject as you knew) and then get up early.  During some seasons you would work at the hospital all night, feed us and send us to school and then be up ready to receive us at 3:00 and then repeat that scenario. You wanted to be with us as much as you could.  Thank you for instilling that desire in me!  I remember when dad worked nights how Anthony and I would take turns sleeping with you and you would tell us stories until we fell asleep.  I know when you began to work longer hours when we were in high school that it was hard on you and that it wouldn’t have been your first choice.  Mom, you worked harder than anyone I know, truly!  Your work ethics were impeccable and you didn’t ever do less than the best.  I know some projects took longer, only because you would never turn down a phone call to listen, minister or pray for someone.  You taught me to enjoy a cup of Earl Gray and English Breakfast Tea and take a moment for myself. And boy did you ever teach me what a Nana looks like. I yearn for the day to pour into my grandbabies as you did.  Although, I will never be able to use that name because that is yours alone! I will never forget the tea parties under the dining room table with my babies and with your good china, the endless hours playing on the floor, and hearing the Geraldine stories that you told me growing up and then your grandchildren (a book one day I hope).  You changed some of them up from me to them I do believe.  Then in the midst of your busy workweek, you would make quick weekend trips from Alabama to Texas to see all of us and make memories.  You did your best to make all the kids birthdays. You made every holiday special and loved to decorate! Oh how you would love our house right now decorated for fall and the Christmases are over the top just like ours growing up and not to mention all the lights on the treesJ The trip I will never forget which you must have known would be your last is when less than 2 months before you died you made that trip in pain to be at Hannah’s and Ethan’s birthday. You got so bad you could hardly get off the couch.  That was your grandbabies last time with you.  Mom, thank you for your tireless sacrifice and for making my children feel like they were the most important little people on earth. Thank you for sharing our Lord Jesus Christ with me.  You showed me Him as a Redeemer, Restorer, Provider, Friend, Healer, Lover, and that He will never let me down. 

Mom, thank you for your legacy. I pray that long after I am gone that my life will affect others as your has.  I deeply love you and miss you!  Your legacy lives on!  Dance with Jesus today.  I am rejoicing that you are whole.

Your proud daughter, Angelia Michelle

"If You want me to"

There is a River with video

My Heart is Overwhelmed

Speechless! That is what happened when before my eyes I saw God fulfilling prayers that began 21 years ago. When God gave David and I five children to steward, we did not take it lightly. But how do you do this thing called parenting?? We didn't know how, but HE sure did. What we had was the passion to love and raise children and the following scripture that He gave revelation to in my heart when I was pregnant with our firstborn son that is in heaven.

Psalm 127:3-5

"Don't you see that children are God's best gift? The fruit of the womb his generous legacy? Like a warrior's fistful of arrows are the children of a vigorous youth. Oh, how blessed are you parents, with your quivers full of children! Your enemies don't stand a chance against you; you'll sweep them right off your doorstep."

That burned in my heart! I wanted my children to be used, to make a difference for their generation, to glorify God the one who gave them life. And when the enemy tried to draw near our door, he'd get scared and run because he knew not to mess with the Carrigan family.

So we committed this journey to prayer and asked God to download each step. This has come through the Word, fasting, hearing His voice and a few others speaking into our lives and on our part, obedience. The road He has asked us to take has sometimes been difficult and less traveled, but the one that has brought us and our children the greatest victories.

So this isn't meant to be a parenting post, but this leads up to the moment that brought me to speechlessness. One of His still small voices said teach your children to own their relationship with Me. So guess what- they eat on the Word and hear from Him. How did that happen? Because we took apart the Word and they followed. They were taught to listen, given forums to practice what they were hearing, knew we believed they would hear and they expected God to speak! They have been given a place to hear, be obedient, and follow those dreams that He has birthed in them.

So a couple of weeks ago on a Saturday night at 9pm I am left speechless as my children and a few others lead their first all day youth conference. God birthed this dream in my daughters and a friends heart! They knew that God had looked to and fro and found them, given an assignment and they were called to obey! So many things had to be worked out in 5 weeks time. Hannah said continuously to me, "If we obey, then He will work out the details." Don't you just love that kind of faith. He did just that! From donations, to free food from Chick fil a, and fundraisers, every need was accounted for and then some for a 10-10 Saturday youth conference. Passion: For Youth by Youth had become a reality not just a dream. You can follow them at this link. He has now called them to take it to Georgia and Tennessee in September and October this year.

The evening came to a close with spontaneous worship and a thickness of His Holy presence. The most beautiful part is He lead this event and they followed ushering in His amazing love. My heart is overwhelmed. May all the glory forever be His!

Going to the hard places brings freedom!

As I was laying in bed last night and thanking God for the freedoms we have in America, He began reminding me of all the areas in my life where He had brought freedom-places of unforgiveness, bitterness, trauma and pain, control, addictions, rejection, etc. As I went through each area, my heart was overwhelmed with gratefulness to my God who loved me so much that He stayed in that place until it was healed or I was free. Some of those places were much harder than others to walk through, but here is the deal-- I had to be willing to go there! It is not fun, but the anticipation of the freedom will give you the courage to say, "yes Lord lets do it!" I had to uncover that place and allow Him to do that work. Can I say it is worth it!!! John 8:36 says "If the Son makes you free, ye shall be free indeed." That is TRUE freedom!

You walk into freedom by choice! Have the courage to go to those hard places. You won't regret it. Jesus loves a humble heart-He can work with that!

"Be strong and courageous, be not afraid, nor be dismayed for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go!" Joshua 1:9

It's always like Springtime with You!

As I have been away in California with my Rachel, I have had many quiet moments to sit with Him. He is speaking loud and very clear about the season coming. I love winter including the holidays and family times that come with it. But I heard Him say that this winter would be different. It will not be barren, dry, bitter or cold. His love is chasing me down. When you are in love, you do crazy things, right? Well I'm in love with my Jesus and He is in love with me. I have caught His eye and so have you! What crazy things can we do for Him? How can we show His love? He says let go of the past, He has! It's a new day, a new season. So as you enjoy the fall and winter season ahead, remember it's springtime in the supernatural. It's always like springtime with Him; He makes all things new!!! Listen carefully because He is speaking to you too!

LIVING LOVED!

His Love Never Fails

How precious each day!!

So while I was out of town ministering this week on a Heart-quest with no phone service, my son, Hunter was in a very bad car accident and walked away unharmed although his car was totaled. A girl was speeding and t-boned him in the side. He spun a 360 and then a 180 degree turn as his drive chain fell to the ground. This was his God jeep that Father had given to him, that had been a specific prayer request. I am so thankful for the place Father has brought me to since the death of my precious mom. The only thing that mattered to me was Hunter's life; God spared my son and gave him another day to fulfill the purposes and plans that Father has for him. You see the car...didn't matter, because God has it covered. It didn't even phase me, I just voiced a prayer thanking God for His next provision. Mom died almost 7 years ago; the greatest gift God gave me through her life is knowing what is really important. Whether it be one of her dishes broken, spilled juice on the floor, something lost, etc. doesn't hold much value anymore. Eternity is what matters. Time with those you love, and being Jesus to the lost counts or have I been an encouragement and brought life to those around me. One more day, He proved himself faithful and one more time I sit back and realize how precious is each day!! So tomorrow before the day slips away and the world rushes in again, be still and know that He is God and there is none above Him.

My family (Hunter's graduation)

Trust not fear

Today as I was sitting at Starbucks sharing a cup of coffee with my friend; Father begin to speak to me about trust instead of fear. That cup of coffee might be why I am still awake! So let me share my moment. I have been struggling with my children leaving home and longing for my mother to be alive to share this season with me. Rachel and her husband just moved to California and Hunter leaves in 6 weeks for college. Why the struggle when we have been preparing them for this day?? In all the emotion of it all, somewhere I started putting my trust in them. Would they find the right jobs and housing, or make the right choices? Would they continue to run hard after Him and not make the same mistakes we made as young adults, etc.? Today He reminded me that they are HIS! Would I give them back and trust HIM! You see they are human and just might mess up, and I have to trust that, "He will work all things out for good to those that love Him" Romans 8:28 They love Him! I couldn't ask for anything greater! So today they are back on the altar and I trust the One who has plans to prosper them and give them a hope and a future!

So I go to bed with joy and peace knowing that their Heavenly Father loves them so much more than me and He is trustworthy!! Yes, I will still continue to wear holes in my jeans on the floor in prayer. That is the greatest gift I can give them as they leave home and try their wings! Fly children fly!

The beginning

Writing is not my cup of tea........but it is something that I felt prompted to do a while back! So here I begin to share my heart, what I am hearing, things I have learned, and my life as a mother, wife and friend. So grab a cup of coffee or tea and share a moment with me!