Grateful for Onions
I used to hate onions. I special-ordered my food without them and carefully picked out any offenders that dared toContinue Reading
Learning to look up and let go
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
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