We are only one week away from you officially becoming family, and I am so excited! I remember the first time Blake introduced us. I was captivated by your natural beauty and your quiet, gentle spirit. I knew there was something special about you, even before I had the opportunity to get to know you….
My precious middle child, Have I told you how much you are loved? I know you say you are the invisible middle child, but I pray you know how much you are truly loved. Your sister is graduating this week. As always when your child graduates, there’s an extreme mixture of emotions. Pride. Excitement. Sadness….
My dear, sweet Cassie, I don’t even know how to start this letter. The tears sting my eyes already as I begin to think of all the emotion that is pent up inside me. It seems like just yesterday I learned I was having a baby girl. After two rough and tumble boys, I was…
Tomorrow is Good Friday, and Jesus’s death, burial, and resurrection are on my mind–as they should be. For some reason, my mind has been asking if Jesus died for the narcissist. Let me start by saying the term narcissist has become a choice description for anyone who is self-centered. I think we have to be…
Can you believe Thanksgiving is next week? I have no idea what has happened to this year. I have actually been taking a little break from my blogging as I try to take a deep breath and get my feet underneath me again. I am beyond exhausted. And dry. And burned out. I feel like…
Divorce will always break my heart…just as it breaks my Father’s heart.
If we want to find the freedom God created for us, we must be willing to bring our sins into the light
In those painful early days, I did things I never dreamed I was capable of. I shudder to think of the person I was becoming.
I don’t know where you are today, but I know we all must work on making good choices, God choices. It’s a daily—really a moment by moment—choice to follow God, to cling to the hope He brings. I don’t know about you, but I’m working on making the right choices.
I wonder why some people find their faith solidified in the face of extreme trials while others see their faith wither and die.
None of us likes the pain and trials of this world. We don’t rejoice when life gets hard, when we are struck with illness or the loss of a loved one. We don’t look forward to these painful circumstances that are part of the human experience.
The tears welled up as the dagger was stuck into my heart and twisted so deeply. The stereotypical comment was more than my bleeding heart could handle. In that moment, I contemplated never stepping foot in a church again.