Free to Surrender

I sometimes sit cross-legged at the end of the hospital bed. The view from here is all medical—filled to theContinue Reading

I remember when Robert meant nothing more to me than a ride to the laundromat. I was an 18-year-old livingContinue Reading

I used to hate onions. I special-ordered my food without them and carefully picked out any offenders that dared toContinue Reading

A few years ago, Robert and I went river tubing in Belize. After trekking through the jungle for a mileContinue Reading

The question was meant to be light-hearted and fun, and I answered it with the first thing that came toContinue Reading

God’s grace to us. Four words to describe nine years and countless lives touched by one little girl. God’s graceContinue Reading

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