A Conversation With God About My Daughter

Is this how You feel every day, God? Sending us out into the world on our own, knowing that our hearts are weakened from previous breaks and that our spirits are strong and fragile in the most perplexing ways? Because today, God, I just want to hold her forever. I...

Never Better: When Truth Intervenes

We were watching the video for the second time in a row when she said it. “I just….I just feel like she sings better than I do.” When I turned my eyes from the screen, with its shaky images of preschoolers singing in their Christmas performance, the...

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...