The Valley of the Shadow

The Valley of the Shadow

The place name dogged me all week–my thoughts returning again and again to the words of John 18:5. When he had finished praying, Jesus left with his disciples and crossed the Kidron Valley. On the other side there was a garden, and he and his disciples went into...
The Valley of the Shadow

The Invisible Woman

“I’ve become the invisible woman,” she said.  The other ladies in the group nodded knowingly.  Surprised at the shared sentiment, I wondered how each of them had arrived at a place of feeling unnoticed…inconspicuous…unseen.  Had their...

The Balm of Gilead

The barren places..we all have them. They are the wounded, aching parts left empty; still waiting to be filled. Was your mother critical, self-absorbed, or caught up in a drama so consuming that she overlooked your hurts? Did your father fail to fight for...
The Valley of the Shadow

The Gift of Hope

I read the child’s name and my throat constricts.  The words seem detached from the page and I wish I could wrap my hand around each letter–crushing the message they bear.  Dead.  Eight year old.  Mother attempted to revive. Pausing, I think of my own...