The things I write I really say to my kids.
They really respond with, "Preach it momma."
I really desire to honor my God in the mundane of day-to-day.
I really love to laugh.
I really say things like, "Get that out of your nose!"
I really battle my flesh at times.
I really have tasted the love of this God and cannot get enough.
I really need to mop my floors.
I really want to bless my man.
I really have experienced the miraculous grace of God.
I really have seen Him break strongholds that suffocate.
I really like to eat cheesy chips.
I am real.
This is me.
And my hands are pointed to the God who makes us alive.