Hi friends, A while ago, someone hurled an array of really judgmental, hurtful things to me. Her words poured out from a complete lack of understanding. She assumed a ton of negative things and jumped to hurtful conclusions. After the confrontation, my hands shook, burning tears fought to burst out, but I held them back, not wanting to “give that” to
“You’re here.” My voice cracked. It was almost unbelievable—this earthly reunion brought about by my death. I thought death only brought heavenly reunions. ~from Love Like There’s No Tomorrow It boggles my mind to fathom all the amazing ways God has blessed me since the cardiac arrest tried to steal my forever breaths. Friday evening gray
Have you ever had a day like this? Overslept. Didn’t accomplish what I wanted. Things in the house broke. My phone kept sticking and not letting me type. ARGH! Drivers on the rainy roads drove crazy (that may have been because of my grumpy mood). I basically flailed on the edge of losing it all day long.
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
Not everyone’s as sensitive as I am. I know this. Not everyone deeply longs for a kind look, a friendly face, compassionate eyes. Some are content roaming through the world, minding their own business in a businesslike fashion. God made us all different. He made me tender. I admit, sometimes it’s hard to find these things
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?”
Mom and Dad, I got in a fight with the others (siblings). I am soooo sorry and not just to you guys. I should not be forgiven, but I was. Ben, Gabrielle, and Abigail are a lot like God, they forgive me when I had no reason to be forgiven. You are great mom and
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
As a wife and work-at-home mom, perfectionism, busy-ness, and striving to please weighed me down. I cried out to God for rest. He answered that prayer when, while watching TV with my husband, my heart stopped. I died, but by God's grace, I came back. Since then I've learned incredible lessons centering around God's amazing love--love like there's no tomorrow. Join me. Receive God's love and truly live!