Like neglected houseplants we drooped under the oppressive heat and humidity of a mid-July St. Louis afternoon. I was twenty-one and on my first cross-country business trip with my boss.
Losing a baby to miscarriage is the most heart-breaking thing that has ever happened to me – my darkest hour followed by my most desperate days. It’s opened me up
Several years ago I worked closely with a young woman who struggled with her weight and body image. You’d never know it by looking at her. Sarah* had stunning facial
Before I was married, I had the perfect marriage. (Sort of like before I had children, I was the perfect parent.) I had read the books, studied other couples and
My two-year blog anniversary slipped quietly by last month. Last year I was much more intentional about celebrating it. I reflected, I wrote down what I had learned, I had
I imagined that tonight I would write something about Passover after returning from a beautiful feast put on by our YWAM community. Something deep and spiritual and lovely. And yet
Just when the bottom felt as if it would fall out, friends came through. Friends bringing dinner. Friends bringing freshly folded laundry. Friends bringing hugs. It doesn’t take many. Just