hey, friend. Im Portia. and man am i thankful you are here. here’s the run down: i married my my prom date in June of 2016. In under 5 years of marriage we managed to squeeze in: five homes, three dogs, one deployment, one baby, eleven jobs, 1.5 bachelors degrees, nine cars and somewhere around 1k bowls of popcorn. its been wild. Im not here because i think i’ve mastered any of these changes and have some new insight to share with you. nope. im a military wife, mama to a wild little man, wrangler of two dogs and believer that He really uses all things for our good and his glory. and when we really take Him at his word, in trusting the holy spirit we get to partner with The Lord in some wild and beautiful redemption stories. We’ve moved. like, a lot. with no sign of slowing down any time soon. we’ve yet to spend 2 Christmases in the same place. but even so, i believe in planting. in digging and watering and caring for the soil. in growing roots deep in community, deeper still in the word of God. deep roots let trees weather storms. whatever happens above the surface, be it leaves falling or limbs breaking, the tree lives on to see another day for the deep roots its grown beneath the surface. we get to be people rooted in the truth, watered by the word, deep in community with one another so that we may be steadfast in the storm. as a military wife, which really means a professional nomad, it’s inevitable that we will be uprooted. But we know we are rooted in much more than the city we call home or the local church we find ourselves in. While we value and seek to be rooted in the places that will undoubtedly change, we know we also get to grow roots within our family and in His word. We are simply seeking to be deeply rooted.