The first time I experienced it, I was standing in a work training classroom of almost all men. Before I even said a word, the lecturer whistled and said, “I wish she was my assistant, if you know what I mean.”
As I watched my daughter sleep tonight, I told God all the things I worry about when I think of her.
If I've learned anything from my 33 years in this world, it's that bravery is not a characteristic reserved only for knights, superheroes and soldiers. Bravery is as necessary to being human as is breathing.
The more I learn about the vast size of the universe, and the more I realize how massive and completely other our God is, the more I wrestle with how he can care about this peon named Allison.
Today I'm over on the Nashville Moms Blog where I write about "How I Learned the Power of the Word 'No.'"
Passionate well-worded speeches may inspire the masses but a weakly uttered "Help" moves the heart of God.
If you've lately noticed my absence from social media, it's because I've been embracing the meaning of the word "space."