I've found myself accidentally daydreaming about visiting the US lately. This morning I picked up Benjamin's US passport from the American embassy, and I'm sitting next to a stack of paperwork to apply for my new South African visa right now. It's all still surreal since the 7-year miracle. I haven't crossed an ocean since 2015.

Things got real at church on Mother’s Day! Moments before I walked on stage to talk to the mamas and pray for Chris’ message, he whispered, “Oh, I forgot to tell you. I’m reading your blog at the end of my sermon.” My response, “Oh wow - full disclosure… let’s do it!” The 7-Year Miracle blog was as real as it gets, but so is our church family. Chris’ message was impassioned, powerful, and we all cried through the end. Check it out here!

In Mark 2:1-5, the dramatic story of a paralyzed man lowered through a roof by his friends always stirs up questions in me. There was too big of a crowd to get to Jesus that day, so they just went through the roof.

I wonder how the man on the mat felt. He was fully exposed, could do nothing for himself, and the text never said anything about his faith.

Have you ever had a hope hurt so badly you couldn't pray for it anymore? Do you know the deafening silence that follows your "amen" night after night, year after year?

Take a journey with me through our last 7 years...

This week in Cape Town, Table Mountain, two historical memorials, an established university, homes and hopes literally went up in flames.A flame started by human hands ignited a force that ravaged God's handiwork.

Isn't it astounding how one quick action, word, or small decision can rewrite a city's landscape and many people's stories?

Chris Ladd and I could not be more opposite types of human. Some key differences are played out most obviously in the kitchen. When were dating, and our differences were intriguing and charming, we loved to try new recipes together after Lifa had gone to bed. In marriage, we view our differences as strengths to work together… and also the very things that make the hair on the back of our necks stand up. We now do zero cooking together. Sometimes we even take turns being in the kitchen! We consider it finding a way to win.

Chris has started a really cool sermon series called “Time Well Spent”.

Time: The one thing you can’t earn back, undo or get a bonus in. It’s worth being intentional about it. I engaged a little more with his sermon content on Facebook this week. If you have time, give this a listen!

Here’s an article I wrote for the Help Club for Moms. I love being challenged to write for this powerful ministry - I always learn something new when I press into God for others!

“True freedom never comes until we fully realize that we don’t need to struggle to get from man what God freely gives us: love, acceptance, approval, security, worth, and value.” Joyce Meyer

There is nothing more attractive to me than my man teaching the Word of God. 🔥🔥 This week, Chris went off of his own script and taught me something new. He was telling a story about Jesus showing up after his resurrection and inviting the disciples to stop working and come have breakfast with him. The unexpected twist was when Chris started talking about Peter and the burning coals.

Big leaps of faith inspire awe in the faith-leapers and those around them. Lofty sacrifice turn us to Jesus' words in Matthew 16:24, "Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me."

Benjamin had the BEST birthday. He’s 2. He won’t remember it. (I took about 3,000 pictures that I will look at every 9th of April for the rest of time.) He doesn’t have to remember the events of his 2nd birthday. Birthdays build. They are our stories’ punctuation marks. You stop one year of life, and start the next. Each year builds on the previous one.

Chris was SO excited to try “a new thing” at church this week. Bringing a REAL Bible with PAGES on stage to preach from. Y’all… my man is so good. I’m not talking the biased kind of good that wives think about husbands (although he is that too). I’m talking about good at doing what God made him to do. I’ve got a beautiful spot in the passenger seat of this journey, watching my husband learn to lead, love and teach at a different caliber than he’s ever done.

I laid next to my 2-year old son last night and tried to read bedtime stories. (Happy 2nd birthday, Benjamin! 🎈) He interrupted every word I said, unable to withhold his enthusiasm. He chattered and grinned, while bobbing a dummy in his mouth like a cigar. I stopped and savoured the moment, completely consumed with love for him.

Today was a little heavy in the Ladd house.

Benjamin turns TWO tomorrow, and family feels extra far to me on the special days. Chris was weighed down with the unavoidable admin (and admin hiccups) that come with living overseas. We are calling it a night and just going to bed. Tomorrow is a new day, and we're having cake for breakfast!

We were born to hope. To believe in something, to seek something, to continuously become… If we get our eyes stuck on what’s in front of us, our heart set on what it within reach, we are missing something… Someone eternal.

This week, I was CRAZY tired. I planned my entire weekend around taking a nap while Benjamin slept. Guess what… COULDN’T SLEEP. While the rest of the house was super peaceful and resting, I was busy cracking away at my keyboard.

This Easter story is THE Easter, but it’s told from a totally different perspective. Chris shared the story of Jesus on the cross from the perspective of two Pharisees on Easter Sunday, and it was SUCH a game-changer!In other news, he took a big step toward becoming the pastor he wants to be by preaching his message with no notes, no confidence monitor or any extra support systems for the first time. It was beautiful! What is one thing you can do to take you one step closer to becoming the person you want to be?

Today's call to worship is an excerpt from a famous sermon by S.M. Lockridge. Enjoy your day, and remember that Sunday's is a coming! 🙌

Two years ago, the Ladd family was at the bottom of our barrel, in our lowest of lows. (Except for Lifa. He’s consistently wonderful.) Chris and I KNEW God directed us to build His church. Not just any church - a church that could reach the nations. We did all the faith-filled things people do. We labored for three years with nothing but failure and rejection.

I love Wednesday mornings! Lifa’s school starts later, and he plays with Benjamin while Chris goes to the office and I tuck into our room for a Facebook live prayer session. The church, friends and family come together for a quick early morning boost of Scripture, encouragement, real talk and prayer. I shared very openly this week about our family’s lowest lows and what God did in them. Right before we started, I received a message telling me that a very sick baby we prayed for the previous week was recovering. Prayers and praises are pouring in. I can only imagine heaven’s celebration. Please join us on Southpoint Church’s Facebook page - wherever you are! Wednesday mornings at 8am (GMT+2).

The Ladd family got bamboozled with the stomach bug on Monday. I got it first, and Chris got it the worst. I picked Lifa up early from school and promptly declared the house a state of emergency. Chris didn’t even get out of bed until 6pm - right before Benjamin’s bedtime. Everyone is standing, eating and funcitonal today, but Benjamin has a serious deficit in his daddy love tank after a busy Sunday and sick Monday.