Autumn is already nearing its end in Colorado. Bright splashes of color have faded to shades of brown and grey against the blue sky and a layer of snow washes away nature's carpet of merlot and mustard. The chill penetrates our home and I'm drawn to my favorite chair...

The shackles, which had clung to me for years, clattered to the ground; their clanging the beautiful sound of freedom in what represented Death’s valley. I’d wandered there like the ancient people of Israel, aimless and afraid, certain I’d discover a new route to hope...

Oh, the grief that engulfed my heart while my son trudged through the painful valley. Many of my mama-crafted dreams were shattered when I realized the depth of my son’s emotional pain and struggle. But in their place, I’ve begun to understand surrender... Continue...

Shallow lines marked half-moons at the edges of my mouth, and the first shades of gray had begun threading themselves through my hair when I encountered soul-rocking, spirit-deep pain. Not one area of my life remained untouched. Emotionally? I was immersed in...

The annoying song announcing a new text was playing early in the morning. I opened the text and to my surprise, there was a message from the insurance company saying they were sending a check for the completion of our reconstruction work after our basement flooded...

Ignoring conventional superstition, we prayed together beforehand; our hands clasped, heads bowed, and hearts beating in anticipation of what the future might hold. Folds of white silk and lace embraced the somber black of his suit as we offered our tender hopes and...