Patrice Williams

I feel guilty when you guys call me an inspiration. It makes me feel like I’ve unintentionally duped you or have been dishonest. It makes me feel like I shouldn’t write anymore because I don’t want to put on a false face or make you think I’m someone I’m not. I am a decent mother. I am an inadequate wife. I’m not writing this so you’ll leave comments to reassure or affirm me. Seriously, that is the last thing I want. I just want to be real. I want to represent Jesus with my life, and when I don’t, I need to confess… READ MORE

I wanted to write a little tonight about the book I’m reading for my Monday night Bible study. We didn’t meet tonight because several of the girls had to be out of town, but I wanted to write some of my thoughts down and reflect a little tonight. This may be not at all interesting to you, but I want to share in hopes that some of what I’m reading/sharing might speak to those of you who are dried up like I am… READ MORE

Dear Gabe,

My heart is heavy as I sit down to write this letter to you. Another year has passed, another year without you. Today you would be two years old. I can’t believe it. You would be walking and talking and probably running me ragged. I would be the luckiest mommy in the whole world to have you here. I miss your warmth, your weight in my arms, your sweet face, your long dark hair, the feel of your skin on my finger tips, everything about you – everything I got to see and know, and all of the many, many, many things I didn’t. READ MORE

We are here for a reason. I can’t remember if I’ve shared this before or not, but from the time I found out I was pregnant with Jonah until the day he was born, Matt and I prayed on our knees for him every night. My recurring prayer was “Let him live, God.” Over and over and over again I would pray, “Let him live so he can praise you, Father. Let him live so he can tell his story.” READ MORE