St. Patrick’s day was a sad day in our house this past week—we had to make the hard decision to put our dog, Tilly, down. It was even more challenging since my youngest son’s 13th birthday was the day after. Not that any day would’ve made it easy, but that made it particularly difficult. After all, she was so much… Read More
A heart protected by praise
My son and I just watched Tangled the other day—I love that my 12-year-old son will still sit with me and watch animated movies that include unreasonably long hair and singing. Near the end of the film, the villain, Mother Gothel, shrivels up and turns to dust after Rapunzel’s hair, which was the source of her youth, gets cut off…. Read More
Blessed are those who have not seen
The large box had been sealed years ago, stored in a cabinet with contents we were unaware of. After wrestling it from under the shelf, I pulled open the flaps to see smiling faces from long ago. My mother’s cute curls and pouty expression were the first to look up from a weathered wood frame. She gazed into the distance… Read More
Stepping away before you step in
This last year was rough for many reasons. I dealt with much heartache and personal turmoil while the world just outside my door was screaming injustice, disease, and pain. From a pandemic to political unrest and everything in between, this year has allowed ample opportunity to give opinions, get mad and live in perpetual fear and anxiety. And with so many voices… Read More
The dance of grief and joy — My dad went home to Jesus
My daddy went home to the arms of Jesus just a few short days before Christmas. My family was given the greatest gift of time with him individually to speak the words they needed him to hear and to listen to the words he wanted to tell. It was a gift we are beyond grateful for because we know not… Read More
Holding a little of the Holy (an offer for my readers)
I’ve never stepped foot in Bethlehem. My fingers have never brushed across the gnarled bark of the ancient olive trees while wandering towards Nazareth. I have yet to stand in the places that cradled the feet of our savior or inhale the air that filled His lungs. Although I long to go, my journey has not yet led me to… Read More
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