There are people who leave indelible prints on our hearts and lives. They help shape us and make us more of who we were meant to be. Their love is where we return when our hearts feel lost, and their words etch themselves like tattoos into our souls. My Grandmother was one of those people for me. She’s been on… Read More
The ministry of tears and the One who keeps them
Tears fall for a reason and they are your strength not weakness.-The boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse. Charlie Mackesy My dad passed away three years ago, the week before Christmas. He spent about a week and a half in the hospital due to the lung disease he was battling. We were weary from driving back and forth… 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
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
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 say. 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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