Today I put pink roses on my sister’s grave with my parents. It was cold and brisk and our fingers went numb cutting the flowers …
Miss You Mae Mae
Jesus Help
If ever there was a day when I don’t know what to write, this is it. But I set a goal for myself to write …
Dependence on Others is Our Strength
To depend on others is our strength. You can’t do this alone. You just can’t. You may think you can, until you start sinking and …
The Awakening
My word for the new year is “Awakening.” I’m not sure exactly how God puts these words on my heart but over time he makes …
To Cease Doing
The rhythms of rest are a gift, said no toddler ever. Yet here I was again trying to convince my two youngest toddlers that their …
The In-Between Spaces: Trusting God
Sometimes I wake up and I just feel a little numb. Like I have been trying to be all things to all people, but none …
The Ocean of Grief
Outside the window, I can see encroaching clouds in the skyline. The quickly moving storm clouds are a dark blue-gray and just below that I …
Lightning Bugs and Summer Magic
It was a lazy summer lightning bug kind of night. The kind where you look out into the darkness and see the sparkle of these …
Missing My “Mammie”
I dreamed of my ancestors last night. Specifically my maternal grandmother and great-grandmother. Maybe it was hearing my kids watching The Lion King In the …
Refined by Fire, Redeemed by Wind
The death of a soul is the pungent smell of ashes, and charred earth. This battlefield of defeat was familiar to me. I had been …