Small talk isn’t my jam, so let’s dive right in…

I'm not a theologian. I'm not a pastor. Most days I don’t even feel like a writer. I could give you the list of my likes (Thai food) and dislikes (mosquitoes), what I’ve done, and where I’ve been (13 moves in 15 years. not kidding.). But that’s not what I want you to know.

It’s not that I’m hiding anything. Ask a question, and I’ll answer it. Promise. But at the end of the day, this story isn’t about me.

This blog is just a piece of God’s greater’s manifesto—the story He writes in each of us.

So if you need to remember anything about me, it’s this: I want people to know down in their toes that God is more than enough—in all things. Whether we are doing the dishes, celebrating a promotion, or feeling like we're falling apart…

God is enough.

Our family's story of loss has played a huge role in how I got here. In February 2011, our son Carter (our second born) passed away after one hour of life. He never developed kidneys, so his body couldn't sustain life after birth. However, that one hour became the benchmark for understanding how hard stuff can be good and that grace often shows up in our deepest sorrows.

I know I've only caught a glimpse of God’s fullness and goodness—and I want more. And I want you to want more too.

If that vision stirs your heart, then you've come to the right place, and I'm glad you're here. It's going to be messy. It's going to be fun. There may be tears (mine, most likely). And at some point, I will probably say something incredibly stupid, so I’m just going to ask you in advance to roll your eyes, mutter a “bless her heart,” and pile on the forgiveness.

But friend, let’s stick together. God is in it. He is with us. And He is more than enough.

PS: This is my home team. And yes, we are wearing our pajamas.