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Like many around me, I’m in a season of loss right now. It’s felt long … and as though it may never end. And it’s here that I’ve thought about joy more than ever before. It’s here that I’ve learned to open my hands before God and say what will …

I stare down at the bills in front of me and consider the unknown expenses that are certain to spring up along the way. Oh yeah, and Christmas. I don’t have enough. Not by a long shot. And a pang of fear courses through me. Then something else whispers softly …

I still remember the hollow look in my husband’s eyes. He was choosing his addiction over me — over our family. And I had two choices. I could turn my eyes away from what I knew was harmful and keep my husband and my home. Or I could say no …

Maybe you can relate to this scene — First, one thought. Then two. Then twelve. Someone spills something sticky and it travels at breakneck pace to the four corners of the living room. A splash and a sizzle remind me I was boiling water for pasta. I move frantically to …

I’m a girl who likes to know her next step, and the one after that, and so on. But what happens when what we think we need to know conflicts with our trusting God in the unknown?   Knowing makes us feel safe, gives us courage to step forward instead …

I have always struggled with fear. In fact, there was a time not so long ago when you could say, from a worldly stance, fear owned me. It owned my thoughts. It owned my actions. It owned my perspective. And it certainly owned my emotions. For over 20 years, I …

I am a slow, lingering sort of person. My children lovingly and laughingly refer to me as the tortoise as in, The Tortoise and the Hare. And while I laugh along because I do dearly love to laugh, I have often thought to myself, Maybe I should be more like the …

A large canvas of Monet’s Nympheas hangs above the piano in my living room.  I love this painting.  Its magical quality evokes a sense of wonder and imagining.  I love things that make me feel something. But in recent years, feeling things has often seemed more painful than promising.  More …

It has been said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So imagine for a moment the beholder is the one who created you. Who knit you together (Psalm 139:13). Who chose every detail carefully and purposefully to create you exactly as you are. What if he says …

I lie still in my bed staring up at the lights dancing on my ceiling from the glowing pool outside my window.  I have questions.  Things I don’t understand.  Hope that seems misplaced somehow.  And then a familiar song from my childhood springs up in my memory.  A far off …