As I wait for my flight I watch the parade of people (this is before Covid-19 and quarantine). Disgruntled teenagers with caps pulled down over their eyes trailing behind determined parents....

As I wait for my flight I watch the parade of people (this is before Covid-19 and quarantine). Disgruntled teenagers with caps pulled down over their eyes trailing behind determined parents....
“How are you?” I ask (and really want to know). “Oh, I’m so blessed!” she says, but the words feel forced. I ask again, “I mean how are you, really?” Her voice softens, “I’m ready to be done with...
We are all living a story today. It often doesn’t feel like a story. It feels like dishes in the sink. Emails in our inbox. Another round of the same old routines. Sometimes the plot is confusing...
In this post: What a decade of infertility taught me about waiting well (and why we all need it now during Covid-19), an update on my family story, a life coaching tool, and a free download — Hope...
She said once to me, head bent to the left, chin in her hand, “I’m not sure what comes next.” I nod my assent because who among us does? The stock brokers and the farmers and the kindergarten...
The phone call comes. Hard news on the other end of the line. I listen and nod. By the time I hang up I feel a weight on my shoulders, like it all depends on me. I begin to worry. This is what I can...
“What’s going to happen?” “How will this work out?” “Do I have the strength to get through this?” We’ve all had nights full of questions. We stare at the clock as the minutes pass. What does "in...
You are the One who lifts my head high. Psalm 3:3 Maybe the holidays are happy for you this year. Maybe they're hard. Most likely they're a mix of many different kinds of moments. Here's a little...
When something difficult happens, it’s easy to wonder, “Where are You, God?” And His answer is always the same: “I’m with you.” Sometimes He makes His presence known through the hands and feet of...
Hey Depression, You think you have me. But that isn’t true. I have you. That means every time you knock me down I’m going to get back up. It means you don’t get to define me. Instead I will always...