Women. We are warriors and we have great stories to tell. Stories of heartbreak, of faith, of loss, of perseverance, of love, and of despair. I believe that within us, we carry stories of hope. The longer I am on this earth, the more I understand the need for sister tribes that deeply love one another. When we as women choose to empower, rather than judge, to stand by each other, rather than tear one another down, the world changes.
I’m a single mother to a spirited, sweet and feisty five-year old. We’ve never forgotten a meal. As a matter of fact, it’s usually as we’re finishing one meal that we begin thinking about what our next one will be. Those closest to us know that we have to be fed, and fed often, if either one of us are to avoid cranky meltdowns. Feeding us is the surest way to our hearts.
I’m also an English as a second language teacher. I’m a Christian. I’m a runner. I’m a food-a-holic. I don’t have answers to the crazy ups and downs of life. What I do have is faith and a growing desire to live out my faith in small steps of love within my Austin community. In this season of my life, I have slowly been waking up to the fact that loving like Jesus happens in our own backyards, not just on mission trips to foreign countries. Loving like Jesus means choosing not to gossip about a co-worker. It means taking some mac’n cheese to your neighbors that you’ve never met. It means spending time nourishing your friendships. It means loving without expectations and truly meeting someone in the small, mundane tasks of everyday life.
I started this blog shortly after my daughter was born as way to share my parenting journey, but as we have both grown, it has become a space to share the small steps of faith and love we take every day, and for fun, what we eat along the way.