There’s always something going on in my head and heart.
Lucky (or unlucky) for you, I usually share it here!
I have a feeling that change is on the horizon, it's a stirring within that I cannot explain. I used to fight change tooth and nail, but now I know that I will come out on the other side with a fresh new perspective, a little wiser, with eyes wide open. I tend to live...read more
It's all too heavy...awful actually. Yesterday a sweet family lost their son, the same stupid virus that claimed the life of another local girl just last week! Where is God in the midst of death and tragedy? How can losing a child be a part of His plan? I am one of...read more
My childhood was complicated. We didn't have a safe or secure place to call home. At the time, I didn't realize how "different" our circumstances were, on some occasions ignorance truly IS bliss. As the decades have passed, the vast contrast of my childhood to those...read more
I was perusing a familiar scripture when a new word jumped off the page. It was there all along, but in the past I brushed past it with no regard. In John 8:12, Jesus says to the crowd, I am the light of the world. Anyone who follows Me will never walk in the darkness...read more
It all started with a phone call to a friend. This friend and I have helped each other through a lot of junk, each taking turns being the needy one, and it was my turn. She can usually hear it in my voice before I have to explain myself. I imagine her on the other end...read more
It’s been three years since your passing. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. On occasion, I pick up the phone to call you and hear your voice while I am bustling around the house. We spent endless hours chatting while I was cleaning the...read more
Do you find yourself exhausted, frustrated, with not enough hours in the day? Read on, my friend, because I am letting you off the hook, giving you a hall pass, writing you the excuse of a lifetime!read more
I’ve attended more funerals than I care to remember, each one painful but different. I once attended the service of a homeless man named Roger who was dear to our church. As with most services, the pastor gave those in attendance a chance to say a few words about him. I remember sitting there thinking how awkward this was going to be. I have been to funerals where no one wanted to speak—how could anyone have anything to say about a homeless man?read more
I took the plunge and attended my first retreat, voluntarily. Not just any retreat, but a woman’s retreat … is your skin crawling yet? If you have spent more than five minutes with me you would know that I am not a retreat kind of girl, especially not a woman’s...read more
Does your mission field look different than you imagined? Maybe you thought you would be sharing the gospel on the other side of the world, or on the front lines advocating for abused children. Instead, you find yourself so caught up with your daily tasks that you barely have time to utter a prayer.read more