November’s dim morning light shrouds the room in a blanket of calm as I greet the Father. “Lord, what work do you have for me today? How can I be like Jesus in someone’s life?” The words hang in the hush of a home not yet interrupted by the...
When giving thanks doesn’t come easily and life presses in sharp, tearing at romantic ideals of holiday tables and merry-making, is celebration even possible? Perhaps you’ve been asking yourself this question as you grapple with a life-altering diagnosis....
Settling for Less The faintest light penetrates an inky sky as I awaken to the sounds of my husband shuffling about the house. I hear the clink of the coffeepot as it meets the edge of his mug and know it’s time to ready myself for the day ahead....
(This is an excerpt from the book I am currently writing. May these words encourage your heart. Blessings, Tammy) A perpetual champion of the underdog, I regularly root for the outcast because I’ve always consider myself a bit of a David—a...
I’ve never been a fighter. I’m the sort of woman who gets shaky when speaking with a disgruntled parent during a parent-teacher conference. The type whose stomach flip-flops uncomfortably when an acquaintance clicks ‘send ‘and fills the in-box...