


Remembering Debbie
Debbie “Pitten” was her name to Nick. This was a four year-old’s way of saying a name that held letters he still couldn’t quite grasp phonetically. She was a second mom to him that year- the year I thought I needed to finish my college...Raising My Cup Anyway
I sometimes wonder about that line in Psalm 23. “You anoint my head with oil…………………my cup overflows.” What if the overflowing hurts? What if all that pours out over the edges isn’t pretty? Sometimes the cup...
How Disney World and God Worked Together
As we stood in line, I whispered a prayer for the employee who would help us with our tickets. I prayed for me and Tim too, that we would be able to explain our situation without becoming too emotional. Holding onto our lifetime passes for the past twelve years, we...