Forgiveness Didn’t Change What Happened—But It Changed Me
For eight years, I carried a rage so heavy it nearly became my identity. But God never stopped reaching for…
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For eight years, I carried a rage so heavy it nearly became my identity. But God never stopped reaching for…
Continue ReadingAfter whirling down the basement steps on tiptoe, I opened the washer’s lid to shift the clean clothes to the…
Continue ReadingI teeter on the edge of the abyss. This isn’t unfamiliar territory. I’ve been here before. On the precipice of…
Continue Reading“Mommy, what if God was real, like in our house?” my oldest ponders as he chews on a cucumber, his…
Continue ReadingIt was just a two-inch strip of skin. The spot between my socks and leggings—the only part of my leg…
Continue ReadingIt was a Tuesday morning, nine o’clock. My back rested against the recliner chair, as I was too exhausted to…
Continue ReadingWatching my child suffer while dying is not something I can even describe. The trauma of having an unmarked white…
Continue ReadingBelieve it or not, this plant is a baby rosebush. It was given to my mother at my baby shower…
Continue ReadingImagine, if you will, I am walking through life, like most of us do, holding a candelabra. As I grew…
Continue ReadingShe’s 13 and it feels like she’s always been with me. She's gone through five moves, the loss of her…
Continue ReadingMy husband talks to God. And closely listens to His voice. In the unconventional, mundane moments of life. While he’s…
Continue ReadingI recently read the testimony of one of my children, and it rocked my world. Not only because of the…
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