by Tammy Kennington | Apr 20, 2012
As we prayed together, her tears fell onto our intertwined hands. My heart broke as she uttered desperate words, “Lord, help me.” My precious friend, horribly abused as a child and still suffering its repercussions as an adult, looked up and asked,...
by Tammy Kennington | Apr 19, 2012
More often than not, my mornings consist of reminders, reprimands, and rushing. Did you pack your jacket? Change that attitude, little mister. If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say it at all. Then, my children scramble out the of the...
by Tammy Kennington | Apr 17, 2012
I can imagine the perfect woman for my husband–and she is not me. Now, I’m not suggesting I would rather Dave be married to someone else. What I am saying is that if I were his best friend, parent, or sibling I would have expected him to marry someone...
by Tammy Kennington | Apr 13, 2012
His gaze locked on what lay ahead, Connor swept past the sidelines. He seemed oblivious to the crowd and focused on the goal. “Time!” the official said, as my son burst across the finish line. This morning I woke up feeling like I hadn’t...
by Tammy Kennington | Apr 10, 2012
Twenty years before, you would have noticed a simple farmhouse with a large picture window overlooking the fields. Now all that remains is a blackened trunk sprouting unruly branches–the memorial of a family heritage, a symbol of struggle, and the testimony of...