I have been praying for some time now for God to open me again- all of me. I have been closed tight since my Mama died October a year ago. My heart squeezes hard just…
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This is my first rose of the season. It’s a good time of year to be a rose. The enemies of the roses have not yet invaded the garden. Aphids, Japanese beetles and black…
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My mama was taken from us swiftly on October 14th. I am not even close to being able to articulate the grief that I am experiencing. I just have to say something. I have…
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Recently I met with a new friend over lattes at my local coffee shop. We chatted more than we sipped as we explored who God is and what it means to live out a…
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Some days are just like this. Everything feels upside down and out of focus. It takes three times the effort to do the same tasks that seemed easy the day before. I feel blindsided,…
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My dad is very ill and I am here in Virginia to see what I can do. Tonight as I sat by his hospital bed listening to his labored breathing, I realized how little…
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I have written this post many times in my head in the past month and even started it once or twice. It is difficult to share my deepest vulnerabilities with anyone, much less the…
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When Annie brought them home last week, along with an exquisite handwritten note, they were in full bloom. These crimson tulips tumbled together in a vase that matched their cheerful faces. Their song was…