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A Matter of the Heart

I distinctly remember thinking when my son was being airlifted 2.5 hours away to a town I knew nothing about, they would fix him and he will be back safe in my arms tomorrow. Maybe I was delirious from…

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Alone in the Fight?

I have always loved comedy from movies to stand up. Recently I began watching Kevin Hart’s documentary, Don’t Mess This Up (yes I slightly changed this title). In episode three Kevin is forthcoming…

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How To Hear God’s Whisper

When your child asks to practice riding their bike (without training wheels) this is an exciting moment, but not with our youngest. Although he was the one who asked, I had already learned from…

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How Did I Get Here?

My legs were burning and my heart beating furiously inside of my chest. It was difficult to breathe despite how hard I concentrated on bringing it to a rhythm. I was gasping and I needed to stop…

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Trapped: Quarantined Chaos

If you live in the Charlotte area of North Carolina, like myself, you are embarking on week three of quarantine. You are in your home with the people you have chosen to live with. For many of us it is…

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When Worship Works

This week has been rough. The stock market crashed, parents across the country are homeschooling while working from home, TP is nowhere to be found, many parts of the world is “sheltering…

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Safe and Loved Despite Fear

For thirty four days after my son’s open heart surgery I could not hold him. For weeks his chest remained open only covered by a thin plastic that looked similar to saran wrap. Instead I…

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Stuck In the “Buts” of Life

Over 10 years ago, you would have seen a different me. I was in a job I loved at a high school in which I adored my students (most days). They kept me laughing and on my feet. I was constantly…

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Shame: Satan’s Lie

Early one morning my then almost three year old came half way down the stairs quietly and put his sweet little face between the bars. I looked up and realized he was waiting for me to…

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Helping Others With Grief

The leaves have fallen leaving the trees empty and bare. The air is no longer crisp but burns my lungs with each breath. Winter is here. Bye sunshine. Hello gloom. Every winter is a reminder of my son…