One last wish.
The longing of a dying mother’s heart.
A wish that only one person could have satisfied. But he didn’t.
If you’ve read any of my books, you know that my childhood was a cauldron of violent arguments, alcohol induced rage, and physically terrifying fights. As a child I saw things that a child should never see and heard things that a child should never hear. Read more…
I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been absent for a few weeks. I’ve been hunkered down working on a new writing project. Would you like a sneak peek? Here you go.
I was alone, or least I felt that way. Women huddled in happy clusters chatting about first one thing and then the other. Read more…
I sat on my back porch, wrapped in my fuzzy worn robe—the one that’s twenty years old that I just can’t seem to get rid of.
The birch trees waved “good morning,” and the newly planted gerbera daisies stretched their faces to the sun…just a bit higher than the day before.
Then I heard him. The rooster. Read more…
A few weeks ago, I was in the airport, headed to New Jersey. It was a typical rush, rush, rush morning.
Grab the bags, trudge through traffic, hunt for a parking space, follow the herd, wade through security, dash to the gate.
Folks aren’t usually very friendly in airports.
Eyes look straight ahead. Purposed feet slap the floor. Read more…
It snowed last week.
For some of you, that is not a big deal. But for me, living in the South, it was a shining display of glory all around.
I breathed in the majesty of creation; breathed out the gratitude of grace.
Thinking of the power of the gospel to cleanse. Read more…
I sat with my first cup of coffee on Saturday morning, reading the Living Section of the newspaper.
Steve, a non-coffee-drinker, read the editorial page.
He stopped to read an article out loud. It is a common practice between us. Even though we know the other will read it eventually, when something stirs us, Read more…
We all have defining moments in our lives.
The most important one is when we accept Jesus as Savior and Lord.
I became a Christian when I was a teenager, but it would be many, many years before I stopped living like a spiritual pauper and started living like a child of the King. I wonder if you can relate? Read more…
I so was moved by all your responses to my blog post, When You Have the “Why Bother” Blues. I hope you will go back and read through all the responses from women just like you. What you’ll find is that you are not alone! We all struggle.
But here’s some good news. Read more…
2014
new year with new challenges…and a few old ones that slid right on over into 2014 like grease on a slick countertop.
Tell me, have you ever wanted to throw up your hands because the same old struggles cling to your heart and wrap around your soul.
“Why bother! I’ve prayed. I’ve tried. I’ve cried. Read more…
Have you ever felt like this old house?
Sagging beams.
Rotting floors.
Collapsing roof.
Crumbling foundation.
Overgrown landscape.
Peeling paint.
Empty rooms.
Deserted.
Have you ever felt like you were on the verge of collapse?
I have.
Sometimes I just get tired, Read more…