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
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
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...
While We Slept: Finding Hope and Healing After Homicide—A Memoir
In 2005, my husband and I woke up to the murder of his mother, Mary Ann Larsen-Pusey, by his father, Clinton Pusey, while we slept down the hall. It was a long hall. Long enough that Mary Ann sometimes called us from her mother-in-law suite rather than walk down it....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...Buy a copy HERE
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