“The Only Child”
I have the privilege of being my parents’ only child. Spoiled. Yes, probably. I grew


“The Only Child”
I have the privilege of being my parents’ only child. Spoiled. Yes, probably. I grew

Winter
I sat in a women’s Bible study with fresh tears and a weary heart on a winter day

Crumbling Roots
The tree that smashed my car windows, leaving several deep indents, came down this weekend.
The tree

The human me is prone to complaining, controlling, and criticizing. An unmasked, ugly human inside…the me that I try to forget and hide behind a smile, nice clothes, and good manners.

When I don’t get want I want, what will I do? We can all think of a time when God said, “No,” to something we wanted. My trust runs thin in those moments, and I want to shout, “You don’t love me!” to the heavens.
When we come up short in life…when we feel tired…when there’s too much conflict…too much loss…too much work…He is there. And where He is, there is always enough.
Living daily with suffering is like walking a tight rope or standing on the edge of cliff. The desire to jump into the self pity and let the pain engulf hope is strong.

“I want to speak with your manager,” I said a little too loudly as I stood in the
“Mommy, will you check under my bed? And in my closet?” I loved this nightly ritual when
I dedicate this blog post to women (and men) who are growing in hard places. I know