Open House

I was walking through my house today, listening to the sounds of 8 teenagers hanging out and laughing. Some were listening to music, one looking up scripture, and the others were comfortably stewn about the furniture. This is the scene most Sunday afternoons. I have the great blessing of living next to my church. It’s … More Open House

Me too

  The other night, I couldn’t contain my thoughts. I needed a sounding board. My  husband was the recipient. Worries started pouring out. Tears, and confessions of being exhausted, in more pain than what I want to accept on a daily basis, and the venting of frustration at accepting this harsh reality residing in my brain. … More Me too

Mayday!!!! Mayday!!!

Need rescue! Under heavy fire from the enemy! Some casualties! Need assistance immediately! I’m sending up prayers like flares into the heavens. If there is no help; there are no survivors. I have more than I can handle. This handicap situation is no joke. I don’t buy anything on the bottom 2 shelves of the … More Mayday!!!! Mayday!!!

Dish Duty

  This scripture has graced the chalkboard above my kitchen sink for over a month. I usually rotate the scripture more often, but the last couple weeks has been emotionally and spiritually stressful, and left me feeling a bit misunderstood, misjudged, and like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I’m fighting … More Dish Duty

White Knuckled Grip

When I was 13, I took a repelling class at church camp. I’m naturally adventurous and used to be a teeny bit of an adrenaline junky before my body disintegrated. I thought a repelling class would be a piece of cake. We went to a 40 foot water tower, geared up, and started. When it … More White Knuckled Grip