• Broken Things To Mend I Don't Trust God

    Broken Pieces To Mend: I Don’t Trust God

    Crackle. Crack! Crunch… Shards of nut shell fall to the table as my child giggles in delight. He reaches through the broken pieces of shell to retrieve his reward–a round, crunchy hazelnut, perfectly-sized for his small mouth. Crunching the nutty…

  • Grace and Mercy

    The Bonds We Share: Grace and Mercy

    The apostle Paul knew what it was like to be bound. He was familiar with physical bonds and prison walls. So he was qualified to speak something on the matter. He taught: “Let brotherly love continue. Be not forgetful to…

  • Simplify the season

    Restore The Wonder

    The holidays are approaching—a time for family togetherness, love, laughter, wonder, and the making of special memories. It truly is the most wonderful time of the year! Not long ago, however, I made a surprising discovery—the wonder of the holiday…

  • Profound impact of one's name

    The Profound Impact Of One’s Name

    Have you ever stopped to wonder about the beauty and power of a name?   Each name has a story.   Perhaps you were named after a grandparent, your moms’ best friend, or a character in your dad’s favorite movie. Or…

  • life changing shared stories

    The Life-Changing Effect of Shared Stories

    Our Beautiful And Painful Stories   Some time ago, a friend mentioned that she loves sitting with people who are authentic and vulnerable, showing her what love looks like. I soon found myself doing exactly that, and loving every minute…

  • The actions that define us refugees

    Refugees: The Actions That Define Us

    Some time ago I found myself in the company of twenty-one refugees, and individuals who, in one way or another, are assisting refugees. Being a refugee may be a defining moment in the lives of those who are refugees, but…

  • Judge Not: A Hard Lesson Learned

    “Thou Shalt Not Judge” is a lesson I tend to learn over and over again.   The following experience happened to our family last year and still weighs on my mind: “Here’s my money, Mom,” my daughter said, smiling as…

  • hope for bad moms everywhere

    Hope For Bad Moms Everywhere

    A QUESTION “Do all moms think they are bad moms?” my eight-year-old daughter asked me, her eyes full of innocence.We were sitting around the dinner table; I was telling my family about a talk I had heard at a Women’s…