We Spend Our Lives Hiding But God is Always Seeking Us
My kids are awful at playing hide-and-seek. My toddler daughter likes to count with her splayed fingers over her face.…
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My kids are awful at playing hide-and-seek. My toddler daughter likes to count with her splayed fingers over her face.…
Continue ReadingMy life can be split into two sections: things that happened before my brother died, and things that have happened…
Continue ReadingI found myself reaching for the fancy plate yesterday morning. It’s a hand-painted earthenware plate I fell in love with…
Continue ReadingThe sun was yawning its way down the horizon line as I stood on a beach in the Carolinas. I…
Continue ReadingThe finality of my only sister’s death didn’t fully set in when I received the phone call. No. For me,…
Continue ReadingHey little man, I love you, sweet boy. Always have. Always will. In losing your physical presence, I have had to learn…
Continue ReadingMy perfect baby. How I wish you were here. I imagine still being pregnant with you, moving right along and…
Continue ReadingWe visited my grandmother’s gravesite today. As I spoke to her, my daughter chimed in, “But, Mama, she can’t hear…
Continue ReadingBaby, if there ever was anything that could renew my faith, it’s you. From the curve of your small eyebrow…
Continue ReadingI stand there in the pawn shop with tears welling up to the brink of spilling over onto my cheeks.…
Continue Reading"Mom, where are you?" I find myself saying this over and over. It's not like I don't know where she…
Continue ReadingIt had been a long morning. I wasn’t hungry but knew I needed to eat. Standing in line at this…
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