"Life is too short to spend it at war with yourself."Read More
When I was a little girl, I remember waking in the middle of the night, terrified once again by a recurring nightmare. Aliens: I believed that they were actually coming to kidnap me, quietly waiting to emerge from those foreboding shadows to snatch me away from my family.Read More
The hectic flurry of daily life has taken over, and once again exasperation has crept in, evoking a cry of helplessness from my soul. Though I try to balance it all, I fail miserably. Even the simplest of tasks sap my confidence in my own ability. I'm constantly hounded with reminders of my frailty and inadequacy.Read More
Heavenly Father, thank you for speaking to us in our times of waiting.
When we don't know what to do next.
When we're wary of what lies ahead.
When we feel directionless or even frozen in the uncertainty.Read More
Silence, I’ve learned, is a precious yet excruciating gift. It’s a bitter syrup that once swallowed, ushers in the healing and transformation. But seeking stillness is a difficult venture when there are so many things that need to be done.Read More
My hands clasp a warm mug as the steam merges with the mist of daybreak. The coffee remains unsipped, though. I'm swimming far too deep in my thoughts. As I silently study the graceful awakening of nature, my sleepy eyes are filled with wonder.Read More
Cozily nestled in a recliner next to the crackling fire, my heart is full. Home at last and reunited with my family for Thanksgiving break, I am overjoyed with gratitude. My family is healthy and their laughter floods the house; Thanksgiving dinner awaits; an incredible collection of friends—old and new—fill my life; all of my basic needs are quenched and then some.Read More
I feel strangely at ease. Thunder resounds through the dark sky and jolts the earth, yet my finger flow steadily as I scribble these words. Lightning blazes and the thick static hinders the dawn from rising, but still I am comforted. Peace. And in the most unlikely of places: a storm.Read More
The more I write, the more I realize that I can never capture the full beauty of a moment. Some thoughts and places just have this sort of puzzling aura that cannot be described—only felt. I cannot wholly sketch a single, precious memory in the mind of another. Instead, those moments reserve a sacred place in my heart, revealed only to those who shared that beloved fragment in time with me.Read More