by Abigail Alleman | Oct 12, 2012 | Family, Gospel, Living for Him, Mothers, The Journey, Writing
Go :: And it’s a new day and the mercies that grace glide right off of a heart and mind that races and a 36 week pregnant body that knows that there is no physical race she can run right now. And the race is real and the race has a vortex that pulls and calls for...
by Abigail Alleman | Jun 18, 2012 | Faith, Fear, Guest Posting, Mothers, The Journey
“For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.” ~Ephesians 2:8 As a missionary, it is not the work that could call us anywhere in the world that rocks...
by Abigail Alleman | Apr 17, 2012 | Faith, Guest Posting, Heritage, Mothers, The Journey
Our lives are not meant to stand on their own. We are designed to live in remembrance of those who have gone before. Those who have lined the way of our lives and built into us are each treasures to be stored in the hallowed places of our hearts. One of my...
by Abigail Alleman | Mar 16, 2012 | Beauty, Faith, Heritage, Mothers, The Journey, Writing
{photo source} Go: When I think of brave, I think of those I love and have loved most in this life. I think of Mama and her bravery when she fought that monster cancer head on even when all human possibility of extended life waned. She fought and...
by Abigail Alleman | Feb 8, 2012 | Abba Heart, Beauty, Mama's Heart, Mothers, The Journey
you sunshine girl with light-kissed hair holding so much in you and I stop the cleaning and the organizing because I know this moment will be gone with this tiny next breath. and you invite me open-hearted into your world full of joy and happy and life and all of the...
by Abigail Alleman | Nov 17, 2011 | Abba Heart, Faith, Heaven, Mothers
I read through a good bit of Heaven is for Real this week after about a bazillion people mentioned it and that I should read it. As I took in the things little Colton Burpo saw and understood of Jesus and Heaven, when he was the age of my precious son, I felt the...
