Beauty for Ashes If you follow my posts you will have noticed that recently I was caught in a mournful struggle. I hardly slept and I stumbled numbly through my day. I refrained from using mascara as my moist eyes were only inviting a black-streaked face. It’s hard to deal with a living loss, hard …
He Hears, He Sees, He’s Answering She had posted a heart wrenching plea on my Facebook page. “Pray for my nephew who is homeless… that Jesus surround him.” The post caught both my attention and struck a chord in my heart. Being a mother myself, my first reaction when I hear the words “homeless” is, …
A Change of Perspective What you are about to read is a sad story. It is a story of a woman who impacted my life greatly and forever changed the way I view a homeless person or a drug addict. It is because of her that I have a soft spot for marginalized individuals. If …
What Are You Doing God? Did I Hear You Right? After a long series of faith building events, we sold everything except my husband’s tools and a few personal effects. We took what would fit in our work truck and car, and said good-bye to the town and country I had called home for nearly …
Electric Blue Mud Pies & Fear of Punishment Recently I was sent the cutest video of our 17 month old granddaughter scooping handfuls of mud from one puddle and taking it and dropping it in another. She was COVERED in mud. I guess she comes by it honestly as it triggered memories of my own …
Cryptic Pregnancies & The Second Coming My husband rolls his eyes at us and thinks we’re crazy, but my oldest daughter and I both have a fascination with stories of women giving birth without even knowing they were pregnant. Maybe it’s partly envy not only did I know I was pregnant while I carried our …
It Is Better To Have Loved Four days ago I lost a dear friend. I had dared to open my heart knowing full well I was making myself vulnerable to loss. There was a time in my life when I had locked my heart up tight and tossed the key. The entrance wasn’t what I …
Somebody’s Baby A tiny bundle was handed me, her eyes stared big and round. She was my baby. She slept, she cried, and she grew. She was my baby. Everywhere I went, so did she. She was my baby. She learned to talk and say “I love you”. She was my baby. She went to …
God In The Midst of The “Fire” Twenty years ago to the day our lives were shaken, our faith stretched yet our confidence in God grew. The phone rang, it was my husband Troy. His voice was distant and urgent! He had run his hand through the table saw and needed help! I was bathing …
Why Does He Allow It? “And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose for them.” -Romans 8:28 Then why did God allow my husband to cut through the knuckles of all four fingers? Why was my baby born …