A Life of Simple Joys hasn’t felt very joyful lately, and that’s ok. It’s real life. There is no joy in recognizing the reality of suffering in our most vulnerable populations, but there IS joy in seeing God move and seeing His people step in to the fight. There is great joy in looking into the eyes of a rescued survivor and seeing the light of redemption glowing within.I’m not going to completely stop writing about these hard things, but I will sprinkle hard truth with hope. … More Exposing Beauty
I felt it rising up in the pit of my stomach. Anxiety. Fear. The what-if’s poured over me in waves and I struggled to catch my breath. I expressed it to my husband, the tension and struggle that fought within me. For days I had shrugged Coronavirus off as hype, saw the reaction of our … More If You are Afraid
I do. I felt the weight on my chest as I hit the snooze button again. A week into this forty day commitment and the stories that beg to be shared are overwhelming. It’s hard to know what to tell you today. I asked God to show me as I eased out of bed, graced … More Do You Feel the World is Broken?
This week I’m writing at Foundling House! Please click here to hop on over, and take a look around while you are there. It’s full of wonderful writing, art, and music that I am sure you will enjoy!
I am so happy to share with you that I have joined the team of editors for the (awesome) website, Foundling House. Back in December, Adam Whipple reached out to me to consider the possibility and, after praying about it, I knew without a doubt that this was a great fit and even greater opportunity! … More An Announcement!
I took my dog for a walk this morning, noting the silver slug trails scribbled across the sidewalk. The light of dawn made them shimmer and become almost beautiful. For the first time in several weeks, I felt inspired to sit down and write. The flowers in the South are in full bloom, knockout roses … More Endings and beginnings.
It’s been a dream of mine for while, now, to get away to somewhere remote and just write. No noises. No distractions. Just for a couple of days. Because of the sweet generosity of my husband, who gifted me this very thing last Christmas, my bags are packed as I type. As soon as I … More Retreating