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We stand in line at the grocery store like clockwork. It's Friday. The cashiers know my family and my children know them by name. Miss Misty is having a baby. Eden called it months before it was obvious and I hushed her in fear that she'd engaged in the taboo question...

We were young when Nate started his first business. Though trained in trade, young hearts need training beyond the task at hand. Entrepreneurship was his chisel. I wasn't overjoyed at the route God had taken him, but I had enough years logged in marriage to have seen...

It was one of those. The room was thick with Him and I was bold, and shedding old, dead skin felt like no kind of loss. I wanted Him more than I wanted what He might ask me to lose, in this one moment. I prayed sincerely, "Father, I surrender. Another layer. I want to...

She bristles, still, when I hold her. I kiss her stiff flesh and remember that friend who prayed “set yourself for 10 years of restoration” just before we left to go get her. I run my hands across my thirty-five year-old midriff at the comment of one who said “you...

"And, Jesus, for the men downtown who are poor and brokenhearted. I pray for them. Let them see you, right now. Let them know that you can heal their broken hearts right now, even if they don't get any money." The irony of this prayer that shot out of the back-seat,...

[I wrote this post last week when walking through my own remnants of December-pain. I shudder to think of that mother who is standing over her child's grave today. Though my own pain is nowhere near hers, it seemed fitting to still run as planned.]  The first time...