The high-pitched whirring of the car matched the acceleration of my heart as I compressed the pedal to the floor. Desperate thoughts ricocheted in my mind–rapid-fire like a motorized, baseball-pitching machine. Hope had disintegrated in the wake of depression....
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...
Indigenous to the area, the invasive runners threaded their way across our backyard–overtaking the softer variety planted by the builders. Within months, our patch of land transformed into a drought-tolerant, child-friendly rectangle of green able...
This week, a friend has been in crisis. She is struggling to hold on to hope and my heart is hurting for her. I’ve walked her path. You may be in a similar place–wondering how you’ll manage to make it one more step. Feeling as though you’re...
Only God can intervene. He gives me glimpses of hope and occasional moments. Hours. Sometimes a day or two of beautiful, bright light shining from the typically shuttered eyes of the young man I love and adore. Once upon a time, mirth danced in those eyes but the...
