Today I'm on the Mom Inspired Show where I share about my mama-hood journey, and the joys, heartbreaks and challenges that come with it. Take a listen! You can find the interview here.
We were never meant to be hardened creatures, simplified reminders of the despair in the world. We were sculpted, with all our complexities, to be living, moving images of the beautiful God who made us...
Today was not like the others. It was different because on this day we were standing over grave headstones that were one hundred years old, not fresh.
When Jesus heard about John the Baptist’s death, he sought solace in solitude, a place of silence to commune with Father.
Fear can seem a powerful force when looking at what we each face and what we each carry from the past, but fear cannot be the foundation on which we make decisions and live our lives.
I have always imagined that I stood in that forest in the Chronicles of Narnia when the trees swayed, not because of the wind, but because they were alive.
Despite this quiet revelation of the nearness of death, I still remember the inconsequential details of that day.
It is like that for me when I turn out the lights at night. I am a mixture of dust and polish, ash and sunlight, summer and the harshest winter storm.