{Warning: What you are about to read comes straight from my journal; it is the one in which I write letters to God. This is one I would never have wanted someone to find and read, but yet here I am typing it out for the world to pick apart and judge me for. We…
“It’s not working…” my mind whispers to my heart as I scribble in my journal how defeated I feel. The praying. The hoping. The believing. It’s not working. And the promises? They aren’t real. But then my heart whispers back… Do not grow weary in doing good for at the right time you will…
I turn the big 3-6 today (a baby to some…old to others) And I can’t believe it. Never in my plans as a high school student, college student, or career woman in my middle 20’s did I imagine life would look like it does now. Is my life bad? No. But does it look anything…
I wasn’t sure why I had walked in there, but “in there” I was. And it was there, in the middle of the floor of this nursery, while sitting criss-cross applesauce, I cried. Never in a million years did I imagine infertility and loss would be written in my life story. But more so, I…
It’s so easy to read a story of someone else who was healed, restored, or redeemed and think…“That’s great for them. But that won’t happen for me.” And I get it. It’s sometimes our knee jerk reaction to dismiss them as nothing more than just it being “that person’s story.” But do you know what…
Sometimes I write to encourage, other times I write to record. And this one? Well, it’s simply to record; because I don’t know about you, but as the years go by, I often forget the details held within a story. This is why I wrote about my friend’s sweet dream and the time a man…
I took a quick glance down my row to painstakingly become aware that I would be the only woman of child bearing age not standing. Another quick glance behind me, as well as in front of me, I determined the same. With my head held down and my fingers white knuckled and intertwined, I braced…
