Mornings Are for Me and You and Jesus
My quiet time has been interrupted a lot lately. And truthfully, I’m growing really weary from it. I miss meeting…
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My quiet time has been interrupted a lot lately. And truthfully, I’m growing really weary from it. I miss meeting…
Continue ReadingThe last thing I wanted to do that chilly spring afternoon was look up. The bright children’s gym was a…
Continue ReadingDear Nana, Somehow it has been almost two decades since the last time we touched hands. I will never forget…
Continue ReadingAlthough it’s been a while since my father’s death, I still miss him. He was a man of integrity, a…
Continue ReadingIt was early one morning in 2010. I had just dropped my daughter off at preschool and my 2-year-old son…
Continue Reading“I got an F on my essay because my teacher said I plagiarized,” my teenager said. After asking my daughter,…
Continue ReadingLauren Daigle’s song “You Say” played through a scratchy phone speaker as I watched tears stream down my grandpa’s 93-year-old…
Continue Reading“Karmen, why didn’t you ever fear, dread, or shed any tears?” I asked my daughter. “Because God told me He…
Continue ReadingSometimes we forget. We forget the joy of being a mom. We forget that we once looked ahead expectantly to…
Continue Reading“When can I have a phone?” my sweet daughter asked from the backseat of the van. “Gabby and Megan already…
Continue ReadingEating steaks from styrofoam plates while watching reruns with your husband isn’t exactly how many imagine celebrating their first wedding…
Continue ReadingSome days there doesn’t seem to be much to encourage. Hope is dim. People with their needs feel like a…
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