I cry everytime I take communion. Every. Single. Time. This is not true of me growing up. I was a good little Catholic school girl who grew up knowing the words to Hail Mary before I knew what the
excerpt from Elisabeth Klein’s Holidays for the Hurting: 25 Devotionals to Help You Heal I know of a woman whose beloved dog died the day after her wedding. Life is funny like that. Every day, we gratefully hold
I bought the high chair at a rummage sale. It was wooden with chipped, white paint flaking the sides. I had known from the moment I saw it that I wanted it to be mine. It reminded me of high
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.
This is a portion of a journal entries written over six months ago. It is only a fraction of what God has been doing in my life these past five years. He is changing me. Renewing me. And it is