Grace in the Every Day Journey with Frances

Grace in the Every Day Journey with Frances Grace in the Everyday Journey – with Frances is a space to celebrate faith, family, home, creativity, and travel.

Join me in finding beauty, purpose, and grace in the everyday moments that make life meaningful.

Some places get into your heart and just stay there. For me, Ireland has been one of those places for a long time now. T...
06/15/2026

Some places get into your heart and just stay there. For me, Ireland has been one of those places for a long time now. The green hills that go on forever, the old stone churches, the sound of music spilling out of a little pub on a rainy evening. Something about it makes you want to slow all the way down and pay attention to what is right in front of you.

This August, we are taking a small group across the Emerald Isle, and I would love for one of the last seats to be yours.

This is not a big bus, rush you through, check it off the list kind of trip. It is small on purpose. Nine to fourteen of us, staying in cozy guesthouses and boutique hotels, moving at a pace that leaves room to actually savor where we are. We will stand at the edge of the Cliffs of Moher with the wind in our hair. We will circle the Ring of Kerry, kiss the Blarney Stone if we are brave enough, and stand quiet in front of the Book of Kells. There is falconry waiting on a windswept beach, a perfect pint poured at the Guinness Storehouse, and one last night of Irish music and step dancing before we say goodbye.

There is a certain quiet that settles over you in a place that old and that beautiful. The kind that makes you grateful, and small in the best way, and a little more aware of how much wonder God tucks into this world for us to go and find.

Ten days. Eight nights. Departures from New Orleans, Myrtle Beach, or Nashville. (We can book your flight from any airline) We have just a couple of spots left, and once they are gone, they are gone for good.

If Ireland has been sitting on your someday list, friend, maybe someday is this August.

Comment IRELAND below or send me a message and I will get all the details right to you.

What is the one place that has been on your heart longer than you can explain? Tell me down in the comments. Something tells me I am not the only one with Ireland on the list.

So here's a confession. I had a nice little inspirational Monday post all planned for this morning. Something about expe...
06/02/2026

So here's a confession. I had a nice little inspirational Monday post all planned for this morning. Something about expectations and grace and starting the week off right. Cute, tidy, ready to go.

And now it's past my bedtime and I'm just now getting to it. Bless it.

Which, when I think about it, is kind of the whole point.

I had today mapped out before my feet hit the floor. List made, plans set, the morning post included. Then one phone call, one thing that needed handling, one little wrench, and the whole tidy plan went sideways before I'd finished my morning Diet Coke.

My first reaction wasn't grace. It was a sigh. Maybe two.

But somewhere in the redoing and the rerouting, I remembered that a plan getting derailed isn't the same as a day getting ruined. I'd just decided ahead of time how today was supposed to look, and disappointment was really just the gap between what I pictured and what actually showed up.

Even this post. Late, off-schedule, not at all how I planned it. And here it still is.

Grace doesn't wait for the day to go according to plan. It meets you right there in the middle of the one you actually got.

So if your Monday went sideways too, I'm right there with you, posting at the wrong end of the day and laughing about it a little.

What didn't go the way you planned today?

There is something about the letters of Paul that always stops me.This week I found myself thinking about the real place...
05/31/2026

There is something about the letters of Paul that always stops me.

This week I found myself thinking about the real places behind those words. Athens, where he stood among people searching for a God they did not yet know. Corinth, where he wrote about a love that is patient and kind. Philippi, where joy showed up in the middle of hardship.

These were not just lessons on a page. They were real places, with real roads and real people, where faith was lived out one ordinary day at a time.

It makes me wonder how often I read those words like they happened somewhere far away, when they were written by someone walking through the same kind of doubt, weariness, and hope that I carry too.

Lately I have been dreaming about what it would be like to actually stand in those places. To trace his steps. To let Scripture feel a little less like history and a little more like home.

And I will be honest, I do not want to dream about it alone. I keep picturing a small group of us walking those roads together, reading the words right where they were written, and letting it change us a little.

So I have to ask. Would you want to go with me? If a trip through Greece following the footsteps of Paul is something stirring in your heart too, tell me in the comments. I would love to know who is dreaming alongside me.

Where are you finding God in the ordinary today?

Hey, y'all. Let me start over here, properly this time.I'm Frances. Christ follower first, then wife to Fred, mom to thr...
05/30/2026

Hey, y'all. Let me start over here, properly this time.

I'm Frances. Christ follower first, then wife to Fred, mom to three girls, and Nana to a granddaughter and grandson who have my whole heart. If you're new here, or if you followed a while back and wondered where I disappeared to, welcome. Pull up a chair.

This little corner is called Grace in the Everyday Journey, and that's just what it is. Not the polished, all-figured-out version of life. The real one. The one where I'm usually mid-project with paint somewhere on me, a Diet Coke within reach, and about three other ideas going at once.

I love making things. Crafting, building, turning our house on the coast into the kind of home where folks feel like they can stay a while.

And then there's travel. For me it isn't just a hobby, it's my work and has been for a long while. I help plan trips and take groups out to see places they've always wanted to go, and I've been blessed to see most of this country myself, 45 states and counting. There's still a few left on my list, and Ireland is calling my name one of these days. Travel taught me something I carry into everything else, that the going is half the gift. The people you meet, the slow mornings somewhere new, the way a place can surprise you. Grace shows up on the road too.

Mostly I'm just learning, same as everybody, that God tends to meet us right in the middle of the ordinary. The unfinished. The everyday.

So tell me, where are you finding yourself this season? I'd love to know a little about who I'm sitting beside here.

Happy Friday, friends.If you've been around here a while, you know this little corner of mine is about the whole journey...
05/29/2026

Happy Friday, friends.

If you've been around here a while, you know this little corner of mine is about the whole journey. The faith pieces, the everyday pieces, the creative pieces, and yes, the travel pieces too.

And today I want to share one of the travel pieces with you.

I have just a couple of seats left on our Ireland trip, August 7 through 16. Ten days of rolling green hills, ancient stone churches, cliffs that take your breath away, and the kind of slow, soulful moments that remind you why you love to wander in the first place.

If Ireland has been quietly tugging at your heart, this could be your sign. I'd love for you to come along.

Comment IRELAND below or send me a message, and I'll get all the details right to you.

Wishing you a beautiful weekend, wherever this Friday finds you.

Good morning, friends. There's something about the Tuesday after a long weekend that feels a little disorienting, doesn'...
05/26/2026

Good morning, friends. There's something about the Tuesday after a long weekend that feels a little disorienting, doesn't it? Like Monday snuck in the back door wearing a disguise.

I'm up early with my Diet Coke in hand (yes, that's my version of morning coffee) and packing like a pro. I've got a morning flight to catch because I'm headed to San Antonio for a few days of work travel.

But before I zip up the suitcase and head out the door, I'm taking a quiet minute. To breathe. To pray. To ask God to order my steps today, calm the rush, and remind me that I don't have to do it all in my own strength.

That's the part I'm learning over and over again. Mornings like this could feel chaotic, but they don't have to. Grace is right here in the middle of the suitcase, the to-do list, and the early alarm.

Keep an eye out this week. I'll be sharing little reels from the trip along the way, the River Walk, the slower moments, the places God shows up when I least expect it.

How are you stepping into this Tuesday? I'd love to hear what's on your heart this morning.

Memorial Day always slows me down.The long weekend, the cookouts, the start of summer. It all sits on top of something m...
05/26/2026

Memorial Day always slows me down.

The long weekend, the cookouts, the start of summer. It all sits on top of something much heavier and much holier. Today is a day to remember the men and women who laid down their lives so that we could live ours freely.

"Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends." John 15:13

I think about the families who never stopped grieving. The empty chairs at the table. The folded flags tucked away in closets and hearts. And I'm reminded that freedom has always carried a cost, and gratitude is the very least we can offer in return.

So today, before the grill gets lit or the chairs come out, I'm pausing. To pray. To remember. To thank God for those who served, and for the families who still carry the weight of that sacrifice.

If there's a name on your heart today, I'd be honored if you'd share it below. Let's lift them up together.

Happy belated Mother's Day, friends.I'm spending the weekend in Jacksonville at a women's conference, with time woven in...
05/11/2026

Happy belated Mother's Day, friends.

I'm spending the weekend in Jacksonville at a women's conference, with time woven in between for friends and family. There's a particular kind of refilling that happens when you step away from the everyday rhythm. When you let yourself be still long enough to actually hear what God is saying, and surround yourself with people who remind you who you are.

I'll head home tomorrow tired in the best way. The kind of tired that comes from being present, from laughing too much, from worshipping with your whole heart, from conversations that go deeper than the surface.

Motherhood, whether it looks like raising children, mentoring, nurturing friendships, or simply showing up for the people in your life, is sacred work. And it asks a lot of us. So if no one has told you yet: the way you love the people around you matters. It's seen. It's holy. And you are worthy of being poured into, too.

How did you spend your weekend? I'd love to hear.

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11/21/2023

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