I swiped at the wetness on my face as I read about her experience, “I wasn’t sleeping. I wasn’t eating. “I have bottled everything up so that everything’s good for the kids.” Oh, yes. I understood her description of “mama-bearing” it. Pushing on. Pressing through the...
I trace a finger across the petal-soft skin of a dimpled hand and gaze into my child’s eyes. Tucked against my body, he nuzzles for nourishment. Marveling at the mother and infant bond, I thank God for gifting me this treasure. As my son gathers life from my...
Many times, I padded to his door whispering a prayer, “God, please. Would you intervene today? Put an end to this depression. Keep him safe from harm.” He might respond with a greeting at my gentle rap, but he rarely opened the thin barrier between us. “Are you...
The house seems to hush in understanding as I silently weep and misshapen shadows wrap around me in quiet comfort as tears slide onto my pillow. Almost routine now, I raise my hands in prayer for my 3 a.m. meeting with God. Lord, you are my hope. I know you will never...
An Easter Poem: He Lives Forevermore This Easter poem is the result of my reflection on His incredible sacrifice. I pray these simple words encourage you to consider all Christ gave to benefit us. The king upon the colt lamented as the shout, “Hosanna!” rang....
