Motherhood to toddlers means I don't have intentional Bible Studies like I used to. It also means how I remember Christ's death will be different.

You came on a crisp morning in a city that was not my home, on the tenth floor of a hospital. There was no pomp, no circumstance other than the one you willingly became a casualty of…

Lord, my rock you've given suffering and opportunity. I take them both with sadness and faith.

I should be soaring but I am touring these bitter graves instead.

Rest is a Person

This fire is unlike anything I have ever experienced. When a doctor tells you that half of your unborn child's heart is underdeveloped and dying, it is an atomic bomb on your entire life.

Before my husband and I were dating, we shared that we’d individually decided to live with open hands in surrender to God. Living open-handed has its joys and benefits. The flip side of living out this creed isn’t so romantic. Loss and pain inevitably weave themselves into the story.

I often feel like a wide-eyed little girl overwhelmed by all that God has placed in her feeble little hands.

What if we don't feel jolly? What if we don't feel alright? What if we're drowning alone on this silent night?

Desert sands cannot feed a man

My ember glow you’d never know

My vision’s always been hazy

You miss so much when I am standing right in front of you

The moon is up reflecting the Sun you squandered

Knowable yet uncomprehendable

My Father, my Friend, these 31 days are yours

Your Word came each vowel and syllable sharpened and right

You arrived quietly on a Sunday morning. Sunday happens to be my favorite day of the week. Of all the billions of people on this planet, only a tiny atom of them will recognize your coming. I will place on your shoulders great expectations of which I cannot help.