by Tammy Kennington | Apr 16, 2017
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...
by Tammy Kennington | Sep 1, 2016
Three years ago, I engaged in the battle of my life. It rocked my family to the core…I wasn’t sure I would survive.
by Tammy Kennington | Apr 6, 2014
“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...
by Tammy Kennington | Feb 11, 2014
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...
by Tammy Kennington | Jan 26, 2014
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...