Breathless, shamed, fearful and wondering. The son looked down at his torn, dirty and tattered robe that had seen better… Read more No Longer Slaves
A year ago, I received a call that no mother ever wants to take. My husband, John, and two older… Read more Held
Sitting in church last week, still shaking from the record cold temperatures outside, snow melting in small, dirty puddles around… Read more Remembered
One of my favorite things in our home is a gift John recently gave me. It’s not particularly sentimental, but… Read more Love Undeserved
Saturday. The day stuck between the broken day of Good Friday and the triumphant day of Resurrection Sunday. Admittedly, I… Read more Saturday: The Day Stuck Between Despair and Hope
Last weekend, John and I got away for a quick trip to Kansas City for our seventeenth anniversary. As we… Read more The Story of Us
My thoughts turned to exactly one year prior, when we sat on a similar sofa in the exact same hospital with empty arms, a broken heart and a little purple box. God whispered to me, “I am bringing restoration to your heart.” I looked down at the gift of Drew in my arms, our hearts full, and whispered, “Indeed, You are.”
One casual night roughly seventeen years ago, was probably one of the most pivotal nights for our marriage and future family. Strangely, it wasn’t a conference, it wasn’t a book, it wasn’t a teaching and there wasn’t even a word spoken about marriage and family. The overwhelming love, kindness and heart of Jesus that filled their home changed us. It changed what we desired, changed where we were heading, and quite honestly, changed our life.
My journal is my altar where I give my God my perspective and ask Him to give me His.
Today finds me drinking my over important coffee in my favorite chair, feeling a dull ache as I think about… Read more Embracing the Present with the Future in Mind