She sat with tears in her eyes, holding my attention and apologizing for something that happened eight years ago. Gratitude poured forth from my soul, soothing a wound I didn’t know was there as we talked about the hard roads she and I had traversed alone—something I often call Red Sea Roads. These are the…
Everybody has a home team: the friends you call when you lock yourself out of your house once again and ask for the copy of keys you’ve given them or the person you talk to when something terrible happens. It’s these people who know what’s wrong with you and love you anyway. These are the…
Like becoming a widow, losing a job you love, or countless other heartaches, having a miscarriage grants you instant admission into a secret club. It is a club, of course, that no one wants to join and it’s one with a lifetime membership.I never expected to in it. (Letting His Hands Mend My Heart). I was already…
It started with Cheyenne’s unofficial diagnosis. Feet to the glued the floor while my hands strangled the white cashmere scarf as I walled off any more comments from the therapist. My world of being the perfect mom, of raising three healthy children, creating a beautiful marriage, and living the good life in the flatlands of…
As moms, we face trials and tribulations sometimes on a daily basis that could drive us over the edge–can I get an amen? I faced several trials this summer with learning to accept that my oldest is Autistic. Granted, she is 12 and she is still the same little girl who has my heart, but…
I didn’t make my goal this week. Instead of getting back into the world two days after my surgery (D and C), I was relieved and thankful that a friend scooped up my kids while I fell back asleep. Life seems to be moving on, where as I keep finding myself in bed sleeping.…