


I’d Rather Travel Alone
Paths – they’re always leading me. And their dusty trails, covered in leaves, may try but just can’t hide the truth, someone’s been this way before. So I walk, unsure of where I’m headed, but convinced I’m going in the right...
When Hope Holds Up Your Branches
I won’t deny it. There’s beauty in every winter snow…… even when it falls in spring. The calendar can’t control its arrival any more than we can. And with world-hushing power, it has a way of uniting all creation under its blanket....
Learning How To Let Go And Still Be Mom
Diapers. Long nights with little sleep. Never-ending laundry. It’s hard to even remember all the things that used to be part of my motherhood story. _____________________ Like the voices of my children floating through the house, the memories of things that once...