Passing the Baton to 2022

Passing the Baton to 2022

Have you ever read something you’ve written and thought, Holy Heck, who wrote this? It’s so good?  It’s a wonderful feeling.  Okay, and it’s also a little intimidating.  Yes, I can intimidate my own self. #MovingOn As with anything I write, I labor for weeks in my own...
Anchored to His Presence

Anchored to His Presence

I’ve pondered this post for some time. What can I say that would adequately describe my experience with 2020? I entered 2020 with a level of optimism and hope. My sister was coming to visit us in Germany, her first trip to Europe. I had a women’s...
Transformational Thanksgiving

Transformational Thanksgiving

I have been the child who yelled out the injustices of my upbringing to a closed-door—half hoping my parents heard what I really had to say, and half mortified that they might actually hear what I had to say. The tables have turned. I am now the parent on the other...
The Grasp that Counts

The Grasp that Counts

There is so little that is mine anymore. Before having children, I owned all sorts of little things… knick-knacks, collections of all kinds, mementos that time-traveled me back to special moments. Then they came. Thrashing, flailing, playing. Being kids. Knocking down...

The Anchor of our Souls

At the end of each year, as the days darken early and everything seems to slow down to reflect, celebrate, honor, and gear up for a new year, I find myself nearly begging God for a word to carry as my banner as I march forward.  Some years I fight the word, some years...