I had only been to a church a handful of times in my life. I knew the name of Jesus from seeing His name on signs; advertisements and occasionally when other people would talk about Him. That is all that I knew of Him. Until, I had an encounter with His...
I promised my daughter that I would take her shopping for a bathing suit after school. That same day, a last-minute meeting came up at work for me. My husband was available so I arranged for him to take her. Problem solved. At least, I thought it was. Bathing suit was...
If I could, I would love to sit down with you, a cup of coffee in our hands, a fuzzy blanket on our laps, and have an honest conversation about life. I’ll bet we would have amazing stories to share. Some of triumph and joy, others of challenge and defeat. We would...
There is a scene in the Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe where Mr. Tumnus is speaking with Lucy and says, “After all, He’s not a tame lion” and Lucy replies with, “No, but He is good.” I think of this often when I catch myself drifting back into a “tame” view of...
While working in a jewelry store at the mall, seeing my surroundings and people clearly was very important. I constantly gave customers directions to other stores in the mall and acknowledged them by name and if I didn’t recognize a customer that I had previously...
Standing in his doorway, I see the feet that I used to hold in my hand dangling off the end of his bed. Those soft cheeks that used to snuggle in the crook of my neck now have remnants of a five o’clock shadow. I remember him riding his red tricycle down the driveway,...
I remember like it was yesterday. The smell of smoke as I walked through the Casino, up to the elevator and to the room. The view of the Las Vegas strip and the large triangle shaped parking lot below.
I am “that person” on a Sunday morning. You have probably seen me, the one who is casually wiping the corner of her eyes, blinking super fast hoping the tears would absorb somewhere in my head before they roll down my cheeks. One of the things that bring me to that...
For most of my adult life, I have felt that my story was my enemy. My story was heavy like chains that shackled me to shame, denial, and fear. If I could just hide from or outrun my story, then I could live the life that I had longed to live.
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