Baptizing a Christmas Angel
As she entered the room dressed in orange scrubs matching every other girl in the line of inmates, her dark brown eyes, hollow and empty, drew me in; but it was when she spoke that my heart melted. As she put her arms around me, she whispered, "My name is Angel." I...
When We Give All We Have
I don't think I truly understood what it meant to "give everything" to God until I finished writing Facing Dawn. I remember several years ago promising God half of any money made from this book when it was completed. I knew the strength I needed to survive the deep...
Shhhhhh…….
It's December 18th. Six more days until Christmas Eve. Part of me wants to panic as I realize I haven't wrapped the first gift. I haven't even finished shopping. But what would that change about today? When does anxiety ever change reality? When does worry ever...
When Little Hands Talk………
Thanksgiving has become a bittersweet holiday for our family. A swirling of gratitude with grief. A kaleidoscope of happy memories mixed with sad ones. A day of family togetherness, aching with the reality that some we love no longer sit around the table. It never...
The Only Word Worth Sharing
I sat with an ink pen this morning and a piece of decorative paper, attempting to write a note to one of my friend's co-worker who recently lost his daughter. I found myself fully aware that there are no right words worth sharing in a time of such deep sorrow....
Surviving the Perfect Storm
When my friend Anita and I ventured to Pittsburgh in the summer of 2009 to attend a Beth Moore conference, we had no idea how life-changing this weekend would be for both of us. We've both been through some pretty big storms in life. We've both clung to God when the...
The Significance of Today
Today is 12/12/13. Possibly an important date in your life. Maybe a day you will celebrate for some reason or another. But, statistically, this day is more than likely just another day on the calendar for most of you. The second Thursday in December. Twelve days...
When Mary Wrapped Jesus in Swaddling Cloths
I wonder what she was thinking. A young mom. A stable filled with shepherds not nurses and doctors. Not even her mom to share in the joy. A manger for a crib. Straw for the bedding. On so many levels, there was nothing sterile or easy about the world Jesus entered. ...
Snow Days and Heaven
Snow Days We watch the sky with great expectation. Heavy with winter, the clouds promise a gift. Snowflakes. White perfection. Quieting the sounds of this world. Muffling everyday noises to near nothingness. Peace - right in the middle of everything that seems less...
How Weaknesses Work
http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mguhlin.org%2F2013%2F01%2Fcreativity-uncommon-good.html&h=0&w=0&sz=1&tbnid=HaI6rHbM66G7YM&tbnh=183&tbnw=275&zoom=1&docid=y0qbOIH7tmhm4M&ei=ZMShUu70BcHZ2AXGpICICQ&ved=0CA4QsCUoBg The hurts of life can...