You walk into a room. A friend smiles. “You look nice today.”What immediately pops to mind?If you’re like many, you belittle the kind words, maybe think, She’s just saying that or I didn’t even put make-up on or She should’ve seen me yesterday. I especially do this when I’m feeling blah about the way I look.
Five years ago today my heart stopped beating. I’m amazed at the work God has done in my life since death’s grasp snatched me away. This morning I went through a few Facebook posts from past anniversaries of my death, and a pattern arose, like footprints on the path of the loving message he constantly whispers
Around the holidays, we sometimes find ourselves in the same room with someone who makes us uncomfortable. How to get through those moments? Try being polite! It works. A sweet young mom pulled me aside before church. Someone she’d had a run in with in the past just strolled through the door. “What do I do?”
I couldn’t be more excited to share my new cover with you guys. Isn’t it beautiful! The release date is February 1! You can see it on the web. Goodreads Amazon This has been the most incredible journey, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes overwhelming, but always tenderly led
Yesterday Abigail came home from school in tears. Apparently her “two best friends” she made on the first day told her they didn’t want to be with her anymore and to go find other friends. Climbing onto my lap, her usually happy eyes drooped. “I don’t like school, Mom. It’s too sad.” As she
A couple days ago my boy Christian slid hard on something, scraped his side leaving a tender, bruised, red raspberry. No bleeding, but the top layer of skin had definitely been rubbed off. A few hours later, I forgot about his sore and hugged him, grabbing that painful spot. My attempt to show love ended
You let men ride over our heads; we went through fire and through water; yet you have brought us out to a place of abundance. Ps. 66:12 You let men ride over our heads What an image! To feel like you are spread out flat on a road with men trampling you. “Ride” makes me
A friend let me borrow, Bold Love. As I slowly walk through this book, nuggets jump out, and Jesus is using it in my life. This week, this one took hold. We anticipate fury, yet what we find is fondness; we expect, at least, cool indifference in light of our disregard and anger, yet what we discover