I intended to write this post yesterday. January 6, 2016. The one-year anniversary of the day Emilie died. But I just couldn’t do it. Instead,…
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Does this even matter? I mean: God so loved the world … His love is everlasting … His love never fails … nothing can separate…
Fear is the antithesis of connection, of vulnerability, of openness. When I fear pain, rejection, disapproval, back-stabbing, being seen as weak, or being seen as…
This is one of the hardest things I have ever written. Yet it has been pinging around, unsettled, in my soul for years and years,…
Last week this lovely got “promoted” to middle school. Let me just tell ya, if you don’t know or don’t remember, everything about this age…
Nearly four months have passed since my friend’s daughter, Emilie, and my husband’s friend, Mike, died. We’ve lost more dear ones, and I have been…
I have this pair of fuzzy pants. They’re my favorite. My go-to, first thing I put on when the laundry’s done, favorite.
Cute, huh? Colorful, a little loud, maybe, quite noticeable.
There’s just one problem.
In our quest to find the people we can be vulnerable with, who will listen without judging, who will not criticize, who will not shame us, who are genuinely interested in our brokenness, it may be helpful
What follows is a synopsis of a larger message that God continues to lay on my heart. I am writing, these days, and while it’s…
Once upon a time … I knew who I was. I could have told you, even. Pretty easily. I defined myself as a child of…