That sweet boy up there? That’s my beautiful son who hasn’t yet experienced the dirt and pain of this world. Sometimes, I can’t write. The crushing burdens of this broken world feel like they’re physically pushing down my words. #icantbreathe Because no paragraph can speak into the pain. Where do I begin? I’m just me. […]Read More all of God's children
In light of all that’s trending online right now about a certain person coming from a conservative, extremely large family, my heart has been heavy. I have no interest writing about pseudo-celebrities or drudging up drama. And I certainly don’t want to use the pain and suffering we see in the news as click-bait for […]Read More the conversations we need to have
Lately, I feel like I’ve been peeking into the windows of so many who are hurting. Sometimes those windows are wide open, other times I just catch a glimpse. But it’s all the same: Heavy hearts beating faster and slower, trying to pump through pain from all directions. I’ll pray for you. It seems so…small. In my […]Read More even so, it is well with my soul
The annual children’s Christmas program was tonight. Adorable angels sang their hearts out. One of the wise men cutely missed his cue. Enthusiastic three-year-olds rang jingle bells. It was one of those shows that just give you the warm fuzzies. I sat in the audience with Joseph on my lap. Unsure how he would last […]Read More bless all the dear children.