Sometimes I forget that mine is a broken one. I get so caught up in the day-to-day or so focused on the destination that I don’t stop and glance back over the long and winding roads of my past. Cracked and bumpy roads. Some with wide crevices and deep pot holes. Even the smooth ones … More Journey.
Oops…I did it again. And again. And again… I listened. I heard the whisper, and I stopped to listen. It was pleasant enough, at first–soothing, sweet…almost seductive. It affirmed my suspicions. Told me all the things I already knew. It made me feel comfortable. But after weeks listening I began to slowly recognize the voice. … More Listening.
I spent most of my Sunday on airplanes flying from one end of our country to the other. At some point, far too early in the morning, I glanced up at a screen in one of the airports and saw the news about Orlando. Later that night, I sat at my kitchen table and read … More On Orlando
He burst through the front door, slightly out of breath and grinning from ear to ear. He had run all the way home and couldn’t get the words out fast enough: “Mommy! Mommy! Guess what?! You’re not gonna BELIEVE this. You know my friend AJ? The one I was climbing the tree with? Well, … More Difference Maker
It was just supposed to be your ordinary, run-of-the-mill errand day–a trip to Target and then to Costco. My lists were made and I was on a mission to get in, get out, and get home. My Target list was simple: purchase our remaining items for Operation Christmas Child through Samaritan’s Purse It’s something we look … More Answers
Moving is lonely. Part of me feels like I could end this post right there and have said all there is to say. But I would only be telling you a very small part of my story. The more you do something, the easier it usually becomes. For example, the more you practice yoga the … More Day 19: Lonely Days