I’ve learned it’s best to find quiet moments to journal feelings that might be unhelpful or downright hurtful to express to others.

Even though I'm stronger, I still experience a constant and unrelenting level of stress that often makes even ordinary tasks difficult...

When faced with a wall of overwhelming and cascading feelings, I do the next right thing-whatever that may be until I see a sliver of light.

May we all have Poohs and Piglets that come sit with us when we are Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around.

I’ve learned the hard way that memories are precious.  I don’t want the ones I’m making now to always be tainted by sorrow and loss. 

Christ came for the broken.  It’s the broken and breathless who long for the Spirit to blow life across their wounded hearts.

When I swallow my doubts instead of speaking them all I do is poison my own heart. Lament is a biblical response to deep pain.

"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains." ~C.S. Lewis

I’m passionate about getting Scripture right. Because it’s not just unfortunate when we get it wrong, it can be downright dangerous.

Doubt is not denial. If someone is asking questions, they are still seeking. Jesus invited honest questions.

I may risk offending some of my fellow believers in Jesus but I will take that risk. While scripture is plain that God uses the events in...

"I prayed every day for my children.  I asked God to protect them, to give them wisdom, to draw them to Himself and to guide their steps."