I was that girl. The one with her nose buried in a book as she sat beneath a tree, nibbled on a sandwich, or hid beneath the covers with a flashlight. Now, I’m just a grown-up version of that girl. My books are piled in homey wicker baskets, a two-drawer...
The Taste of Fear Fear tastes rancid in my mouth; sour as milk that’s been left on the countertop too long. It rises like a Colorado river when a summer storm flashes–unexpected and dangerous. Too many nights, fear visited beneath the shadow of darkness....
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...
We’d attended the quaint, family-oriented church for years. I’d joined Bible study groups, attended morning meetings for young mamas, and participated in Sunday school. Still, loneliness gnawed at my insides. Somehow, I just didn’t fit. One day after the traditional...
