Free to Surrender

Easter is approaching, and my Facebook memory is our first “official” family photo, taken ten years ago on Easter Sunday.Continue Reading

Ten days ago, I sat huddled alone in my bed, frozen in dread. Mind numb, struggling to pray. Robert hadContinue Reading

Machines and wires abound in the pediatric ICU so that even a simple task like making the bed becomes moreContinue Reading

The hospital room has glass walls, and I can see out, though I cannot leave just yet. I look atContinue Reading

Part of me wanted Christmas to be over before it started. It feels sacrilegious to say that, especially since IContinue Reading

I remember playing beneath my grandmother’s weeping willow as a child. The tree’s slender branches, swaying fancifully in the wind,Continue Reading

“We made this for Olivia!” My niece’s sing-song voice traveled up and down as she spoke the words, ending onContinue Reading

Writing is cathartic for me. The words spilling onto the page are the overflow of my heart. In difficult seasons,Continue Reading