Amanda Harris

I am a joyful believer in Jesus Christ, a mother, a sister, a writer, a maker of gluten free roux and a style editor. I love my son Wilder and the wild life that comes with a 4-year-old who has the energy of a pack of wolves. I also love naps (a lot). I love to cook and create my favorite dishes without gluten not because I'm trendy and anti-gluten so much as it makes me feel like I've been run over by a pack of wolves. I teach 5th and 6th grade girls Sunday School and have a classroom of the greatest girls I could imagine. Girls who often teach me more than I teach them. I believe these girls and many others are the spark to start a fire for The Lord the likes of which this world has never seen. I see more and more girls learning about more than just who God is ... but, learning about who God says THEY are. It is my prayer for every woman to know without doubt that we have a good good Father in heaven and whatever is not right on this earth, He will make right in this life or the next.

Marathon Running

Marathon Running

The faith required for preparation Sometimes God calls us to run marathons. Marathons of faith. I have never actually participated in a marathon. I once almost finished a 5K. ‘Almost’ is a loose term … don’t look up the footage, thanks. But, if I understand this marathon business correctly it requires training. I imagine for a long time. More than just days or weeks … months. And on the day you de ...[Read More]

The Master of Thunder

The Master of Thunder

The master of thunder Our trustworthy father While our parents have spent much of our lives reassuring us of the scary things that go bump in the night, during times like these they just may be the ones who need reassuring. Recently I watched my niece and nephew and my son for a few days while my sister and her husband went on an anniversary getaway trip. On a Friday night in Arkansas the storm wa ...[Read More]

Bold Peace

Bold Peace

Bold Peace A time such as this You were born for a time such as this. Right now a storm is brewing and it’s breaking forth. It doesn’t matter where you fall in your beliefs the storm is still here. It’s scattered and it’s messy. I live in Lafayette, Louisiana and it’s as though I can hear the thunder from the distance just down the interstate in Baton Rouge. Signaling a storm that is raging. And i ...[Read More]

Freedom, Sweet Freedom

Freedom, Sweet Freedom

Freedom Freedom, sweet freedom. It’s one of the things we most crave as humans. We will fight for it. Die for it. And, yet, do we really understand what it means? When I was young there were times when I felt very unfree. I felt controlled. By the rules and the expectations. I longed to be accountable to no one. Nothing. To just do what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it. I felt sure my soon co ...[Read More]

The Weight Battle

The Weight Battle

Kingdom value and the scales. I wish there was a ‘before and after’ for what lies inside. For our hearts. For our minds. For our courage. For the brave. This weekend I went to the beach with a dear friend and as the sun set we were taking pictures and we just took a picture. Just like that. I didn’t think anything about it. And I was wearing my swimsuit. And this was a big deal for me. It may soun ...[Read More]

Good Father 

Good Father 

I wasn’t young when someone said most of us humans put the attributes of our own fathers on our heavenly Father. I immediately bristled. I was much more spiritually evolved than that. I know we call them both “father” but I know the difference. I dismissed the thought. But, for years it lingered. And the older I got the more I understand just how we could do it. I began to see how my flawed human ...[Read More]

Small Beginnings, Big God 

Small Beginnings, Big God 

Bigger. Better. More. More. And then more. New and improved. The Best of the BEST. It’s the goal, right? That’s the point of doing anything, isn’t it? Go big OR GO HOME. It’s a mindset that seems so innocent I have let it seep seamlessly into my walk with The Lord. Shouldn’t I want whatever the Lord is asking me to do to be the biggest and the best? The most dramatic? Cost the most of me? Require ...[Read More]

Laying It Down 

If you’ve met my 4-year-old son, chances are you’ve met his sidekick — Stinky Bunny. That is his official name. Purchased by my sister before Wilder was born, Stinky Bunny is a skinny little once white floppy bunny. He has taken on a gray sort of tone. And despite his name he doesn’t actually stink (most of the time).Wilder developed an attachment to this bunny at an older age than I would have ex ...[Read More]

Great Minds Think Alike

Great Minds Think Alike

One day my four year old son said something that was just what I was thinking. I explained to him how “great minds think alike” and thus our new thing began. He at random will say “are you thinking what I’m thinking?!” And I can usually tell he’s about to say ‘kiss’ or ‘hug’ and I seem to usually answer right and he is elated: “you were thinking what I was thinking! Match!” and then we fist bump o ...[Read More]

I Hate Doing Dishes

I Hate Doing Dishes

I hated the dishes. Putting up the silverware was the worst. I mean … THE worst. I had better things to do with my time. My sisters and I would bribe each other, bargain, cajole and generally finagle our way out of doing the dishes. I loathed it so very much. Don’t we all? I’m a decently sharp tack. I have specific gifts and purpose and I mean I can really be way more useful when I’m doing what I ...[Read More]

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