When You Feel Like Giving Up

I am sitting on the bed in a tangle of sheets, a puddle of tears, telling my husband, “I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t be away from family and friends and starting a new church in a strange city and so stressed about money and sad about our miscarriage all the time. I…

For the Days You Just Can’t Do It Anymore

There I stood (barely) in the kitchen with my elbows deep in soapy water, when the dam that I had constructed so carefully finally broke.  And the tears I had been holding back for days?  maybe weeks?  Began pouring out of me.  And as each tear landed in the water, I felt myself shamefully falling…