Author Archives: Deanna Kohlhofer
Birth Month Celebration
I don’t have vivid memories of birthday celebrations growing up. I would define my birthday as simple each year. Mom and dad didn’t believe in extravagant parties – ever. We celebrated our birthday by choosing our favorite meal and enjoying … Continue reading
Grace
I shared a post from The Colson center the other day. It was about the Equality Act and what it will mean for Christians. It wasn’t meant as an attack against anyone – just a safeguard for those who share … Continue reading
Do the Burpee
I try to do fitness things everyday…or every other. *wink* I am not in the best shape of my life, but I do try to move and make room for a few more oreos. I have a half marathon I … Continue reading
Lead with Love
I don’t remember mom and dad talking to us about a lot of serious things. Maybe they talked to my siblings – but I just don’t remember them talking to me about things like racism, worldview, the Bible, or even … Continue reading
Once Upon a Time…
My granddaughter loves to tell stories. We have to make up stories for each other on a regular basis. Her stories involve a funny grandpa or a mischievous sister. My stories are typically centered around a beautiful girl with red … Continue reading
Taking Care of Houseplants & People
I remember my mom having a love for houseplants. I am not really one to pay attention to all the details, so I am not sure where they all came from, but there were a ton. I am not exaggerating … Continue reading
Sunrise Gratitude & Prayers
By definition, gratitude is being thankful for the special, precious things we are presented with each day. It could be a person, a place, an experience, a circumstance, or an object. It is simply something we did not obtain on … Continue reading
Send the Flowers
Last month, I went through my camera roll and printed out a few recent-ish pictures so I could update the ones that donned my walls. The old ones, that always made me feel like I would be profiled wrong, really … Continue reading
Confidence
Let me tell you about my middle school basketball experience. I sucked. Seriously. I was the girl who sat on the bench and watched all the good kids play their hearts out. I cheered them on. I handed them their … Continue reading