I don’t often share about my ongoing physical battles here. This pain that moved in three years ago and never wholly left is complicated and hard to discuss. I hesitate to share how chronic pain and digestive issues steal many of my days because fear easily outweighs words of hope. Pain persists day after day, hope falters, and I believe… Read More
A gift from the Holy land—Artza box
The team from Artza, who delivers a piece of the Holy land, has crafted another fantastic box just in time for the holidays. And they’ve given me the privilege to share it with you again, my reader! This newest assortment comes from the southern region of Isreal, the Negev. As I learned while opening this box, Negev means “dry away”… Read More
Stop “shoulding” on yourself
Let’s continue the discussion we began last week about my dysfunctional companion named anxiety and one of the ways that our relationship plays out; through shoulds. My typical day often includes a to-do list a mile long and an entire subheading that seems equally essential called; “shoulds.” These “shoulds” linger in invisible ink at the bottom of the list in my… Read More
Be nice to Tilly
It 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 before. Not that any day would’ve made it easy, but it was particularly difficult. After all, she was so much more than a… 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
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