It’s well past time to walk by faith, and not by sight, people. Do you see it?? Can you feel it?? I get it now. Yes, I still shed a mother’s tears of heartache… but seeing things through God’s eyes, and not my own, has made all the difference in the world. Continue reading
You can think you know who you are, and that you’re putting ‘out there’ the “you” that you want the world to see, but God knows you better. He knows me better too. And things are going to turn out how God wants them to, not you, and that’s just the way it is. Continue reading
There once was a time I was excited for Fall, being that it’s my favorite season of them all. I love the leaves and pumpkins and cooler weather and fall colors and smells, and I used to love decorating my house all up and having everything so pretty the moment I, or anyone else, would come through the door. I haven’t felt like decorating for the holidays or beautifying my house in a while now. It just sort of makes me sad… because it isn’t really what matters to me anymore. Continue reading
I never wanted to know all this stuff. Believe me, I wanted to compartmentalize it all and be able to outsource it to doctors and specialists we trusted to tell us what to do, so I could go on believing that our lives wouldn’t have to change … Continue reading
Regarding this ‘deal” with Iran… I haven’t read all of the specifics, but I think we can all agree that Iran is a pretty brutal dictatorship with a stated intent to destroy Israel, and wipe them off the map. God won’t let that happen, of course, but still. My point, is that the only deal that can be made with the devil… is one that is made with his own children. People of light can see right through the garbage and lies and deception. Continue reading
The quicksand of the “well respected” “all-knowing” and ever prevalent medical establishment is running the show. Everywhere. And quicksand is exactly what it is. Continue reading
Every night, like tonight, I walk down the hallway to check on the boys, and I pass by Gavin’s room… and my heart breaks a little that he isn’t there. But his bed still is. The memories are all still in that room, too… I miss him. So many nights of stories and prayers… and love. Continue reading
