Story Keeper. Seeker of justice, healing and hope in a broken world.
A blanket of sadness has covered our family this year. Our village. Our world. And when sadness comes I want to run. But this, what has happened recently,could break me. I know this. I am fully aware that this might all be too much. So I texted my people and whispered “what if I…
Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted. Psalm 25:16 It’s not anything to be proud of. If anything its embarrassing. To sit before your best friend with tears and say you have never been lonelier. My life is full. Full of children. Full of friends. Full of schedules. Full of…
Dear girls, I am sorry. I am sorry for not telling you. For not telling you that today you are beautiful. I am sorry for not reminding you that when the jeans don’t fit. You are beautiful. When you are sitting alone at the lunch table. You are beautiful. When you are the only one…
. This post was originally posted September 2013. I have been asked recently to tell part of my story again If for the only reason for one person to know they are not alone. You see when we start live in truth others don’t feel so isolated. When we live in truth we stop placing people…
I have a hard time with Facebook occasionally. Don’t get me wrong I love to post selfies of a new haircut, Instagram my kids being kids, or take an occasional test to see what Downton Abbey character I would be (Anna). But my problem lies in the public bashing of sins. I thank my lucky…
I remember thinking this is it. These are my last sane moments. The darkness wrapped like tar around my bones. I couldn’t breathe much less complete a sane thought. I would check my phone seeing if anyone had called me. Coming to save me from the darkness that loomed. That somehow believing that if someone…
Merry Christmas! We did it. 25 days of love was quite an adventure. Days when we thought we knew what love would look like it turned our worlds upside down within moments. After lots of cookies, gift cards, tears and memories we delivered our last meal of the Christmas challenge this afternoon to a war…
I don’t even know where to begin. This afternoon as I was cleaning up vomit once again the doorbell rang. The sweet delivery girl had no idea that I would end up a crying mess as she handed me a bouquet of gorgeous Christmas flowers. She asked if I was ok. And all I could…
Well…sometimes things don’t go as planned, especially when it comes to loving people. Today was one of those days. The challenge for today was to bring hot cocoa to the Salvation Army bell ringer. Apparently they do not ring the bell on Sundays. Oops. So we headed out after church with a bunch of hot…
We don’t do Santa. We used to so don’t be a hater and hear me out. We used to stand in line with our crying toddler and make her sit on a large bearded strangers lap. We used pay through the nose for pictures of a large man who claimed he was from the north…