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...
As a little girl I imagined my name was Tamara–so much more elegant and interesting than plain Tammy. I wanted to do amazing things…serve in the Peace Corps…write a bestseller…perform on Broadway. Even now–mid-way through life and...
Dear One, I’ve been watching you. Your hard work hasn’t gone unnoticed. I see the way you meet the needs of your family and friends–serving from dawn till dusk without complaint. You search out opportunities to be My hands. I’ve been listening...
Live with the end in mind. As I mull over the meaning of the phrase and how it might impact my life, several questions demand consideration. The first–Why live with the end in mind? There is enough motherhood mayhem and workplace drama to consume just...
With a turn of the page another month is gone and a new one takes its place. Time continues moving ahead and I wonder, “Do I live with the end in mind?” I’m not sure. When I woke up this morning, I didn’t embrace the sunlight with thoughts...
