There’s More To Us Than Our Worst Moments

"Movement is life." He said it like it was gospel. I guess if you’re needing a chiropractor, it's what you want to hear. Still, his comment hung hollow in the air. "Listen to your body. It tells you what it needs." Those were the words that touched a nerve. All day I'd been questioning what … Continue reading There’s More To Us Than Our Worst Moments

Rejoice and Weep With Others: What You Do When You Don’t Have A Clue

We drove to their house like it was on fire. And it was. Up in flames after 26 years of enjoying his face. Held her in my arms tight as I could. That mama who just got the news. Her curly-headed boy went to sleep in Jesus. Her head sobbing against my chest. "It's gonna … Continue reading Rejoice and Weep With Others: What You Do When You Don’t Have A Clue

The One Way to A Whole Heart Is A Broken One (The Whole Heart of Christmas)

It feels like a whole other lifetime since then — the hour my husband confessed his moment of infidelity. A split second can change your life forever, but what you ultimately uncover can change your future for the better. NOTHING HELPS US BECOME MORE LIKE A CHILD QUITE LIKE THE CHILD WHO BECAME A MAN … Continue reading The One Way to A Whole Heart Is A Broken One (The Whole Heart of Christmas)

You Take Brave Steps Toward Loving Others When You Count Yourself Worth His Love

My Mama is not to be trifled with. She and Dad left suburban life broke, but determined to give their kids what they never had. Owning land, breeding animals, and growing fields in wide open spaces was the backdrop for a family that sticks together. Before my sister and I arrived Mama birthed two boys, breech. … Continue reading You Take Brave Steps Toward Loving Others When You Count Yourself Worth His Love

I Don’t Want To Change the World, I Just Want To Keep Changing

I was twenty-four when my knees bent to Jesus. Bringing a boatload of baggage into my born-again life. Married six years with two littles, I had a heap of bad behavior to reorganize. Cigarettes and swearing had to go. Movies, TV shows, music—all required revamping. Bible reading and morning prayer needed implanting. I had a … Continue reading I Don’t Want To Change the World, I Just Want To Keep Changing

Home Is Where the Heart Is (Or Is It?)

My parents bought a home in the country after marrying. Almost 60 years later you wouldn't recognize the place. The lengthy gravel driveway I ran barefoot is buried under burning asphalt. The mulberry tree, turning our fingers purple, was cut down decades ago. Corncrib tunnels I climbed, peeking through wooden slats, was taken by tornado. … Continue reading Home Is Where the Heart Is (Or Is It?)