Tears that mean something

On Thursday night, tears were streaming down my face. I had things to do, but was so caught up in my emotions that nothing else mattered. My phone lay next to me untouched as I cried- I didn’t want to communicate with the world. My feelings were real and intense as I let the tears…

A little bit brighter

I am no Gandhi. I have more in common with a hurricane than I do with Gandhi. My natural self is impatient and selfish and ornery and always hungry and prone to complain. I think about my needs and my wants first. I cry over anything or anyone who has wronged me. Irrational and anxious…

He is faithful: Reason 1

Part 1 of an unknown number of Reasons for my hope in Jesus Christ  A few months ago, I wrote a blog post titled “When you have to look back” in the midst of the most painful and darkest time of my whole life. I was so blind with grief, heartbreak and sadness, that I…