Monthly Archives: March 2014



I had this random, evening thought tonight. The kind of thought where you’re mentally and physically exhausted from the demands of the day…er, week. But I have come to the realization that I’m passion about A LOT of things. I’m passionate about my faith and the sweet child I have been blessed with. I’m passionate about makeup and fashion. I’m passionate about my family and my animals. I’m passionate about my husband and our marriage. I’m passionate about my goals and dreams in life and what I wish to accomplish. And all this passionate thinking got me to wondering…am I overly passionate? What about you?
What are you passionate about? And can one truly be overly passionate?

Dear Walmart Woman,


I know you didn’t know me and I certainly didn’t know you. I was walking into Walmart to buy a few items that we had forgotten from the store the weekend before. I was 8 months pregnant, and rather large, and I was not at all excited about going into this dreaded grocery store. You had dark hair, and you were dressed nicely and I distinctly remember that you kept looking back at me. I was just waiting for the comment that I heard all too often about how big I was or that I must be due any minute. Instead, you did something that I never would have expected. You were carrying a Walmart grocery bag full of items that I had assumed were some things you needed to return. You turned to me and asked me if I was having a boy or girl. I politely smiled at you and said “a little boy.” That’s when you handed the grocery bag to me and said, “I don’t know if you need these things or need anything at all…but I felt the Holy Spirit speak to me and tell me to give you these baby items that I will not use.” I was speechless, and overjoyed at the same time. I don’t think you truly know how much you made my day by your kind words and actions. I took the bag, thanked you repeatedly, purchased my items and went home. When I got home I opened the bag to find many baby boy clothes with tags still attached, a Winnie the Pooh brush and rattle, bibs, pacifiers, towels, and a blanket. It was beyond anything I could have ever expected. I felt compelled to write this last night when I realized just how much my little boy loves his rattle you gave him and the fact that we never thought to buy a baby hairbrush but because of you, we now have one. I just wanted to say thank you. I will never forget this day because it was very special to me. It might seem small to others, but it really touched me. Above all, I saw God that day. I saw his grace and his unfailing love in you. I saw his mercy extend to even the weak and very tired pregnant woman (me). There are no words for that kind of Holy experience.