Organizing your writing is a key component to bringing clarity to your work. If it doesn’t make sense to the reader, then they won’t keep reading. But how do you do that?

Starting with organizing it first is usually the best way to keep it consistent throughout. (If you’ve already written and it’s disorganized, don’t worry! I’ll go over that in a bit.)

Organizing your writing is a key component to bringing clarity to your work. If it doesn’t make sense to the reader, then they won’t keep reading. But how do you do that?

Starting with organizing it first is usually the best way to keep it consistent throughout. (If you’ve already written and it’s disorganized, don’t worry! I’ll go over that in a bit.)

How many times have your expectations shifted your mood, your interactions with people, or even your responses to the world around you?

It happens to me more frequently than I’d like to admit. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m a firstborn, or your quintessential Type A personality, whatever the reason, disappointment due to expectations is something that I struggle with.

“Everything will be okay” – the words I heard from God at a time when things felt so uncertain. It was a season where I was feeling all the things at once: excitement, joy, fear, inadequacy, unprepared. Those words brought comfort and peace to my chaotic thought life. But I soon realized that my definition of “okay” and God’s definition were not the same. As I laid in bed in the ER, tubes coming out of me, and an ultrasound with no heartbeat, it felt the furthest from okay.

This week I helped in two of my sons classes for their Halloween parties. I’ve always loved being in my kids’ classes, seeing how they interact with their peers, and helping their teachers in any way I can. My mom set a great example of that when I was a child and I wanted to continue that for my children.

Ever come across a child in the grocery store who is outgoing and willing to strike up a conversation with you? It’s happened to me many times, especially when I have my own kids with me. The conversation usually wanders from the toy they’re holding to their shirt (which is their favorite color), and eventually we get to their age. As a mom with littles (ages 5 and under), I was fairly confident in my age guessing skills.