An Influential Weight

She watched my struggle, and as I put the last of our things into the car she finally asked what she must have been wondering for awhile. “The Lord did that to you, didn’t He, Mama?” And if I could have, I would have spun around and embraced her as I...

From The Cutting Room Floor

It had been an epic morning, and not in a good way. It was a morning that moviemakers would place in a screenplay and highly trained actors would portray with humor, and audiences would double over with laughter in darkened theaters. For the two of us actually living...

Being Seen

The day….well, it hadn’t gone as we had expected, and certainly not as we had hoped. That morning, it seemed that my daughter’s stomach virus was clearing out; by lunchtime, though, her fever had spiked again and her lethargy was at its worst. Her...

The Mission Of Home

It had been five days. Five days since I had gone through the motions of our normal routine, and five days since I had been by myself to write and read and simply breathe. We were on day five of a nasty stomach virus that had seized my poor little daughter’s...

Little Moments

I stand in the sun outside the car. I check my phone, and sure enough: the minutes until church starts are dwindling to nothing. The heat bounces off the parking lot and reflects off the car until my face is damp with sweat. “Come ON, sweetheart. We have to...

When All Is Washed Away

On our second trip out onto the beach that day, she made the inevitable discovery that the sand castle she and her daddy had worked so hard to build had disappeared. She walked in circles around the spot where it should have been, the question flashing in her eyes:...

Sign up for exclusive content and monthly pick-me-ups!

We all need a friend on the journey.

You have Successfully Subscribed!

Pin It on Pinterest