solid hope in the storms of life
In the Old Testament, after a significant event in which God's hand (and sometimes his voice) was evident, we see people erecting a memorial stone to mark the spot. Over the years, I've had friends who did something similar; perhaps they marked the birth of a new baby or an unexpected miscarriage with a piece... Continue Reading →
It is April in Georgia, but it feels suspiciously like autumn in the Midwest. The grey, wet clouds have given way to droplets sliding down the floor-to-ceiling windows that surround our dining room. With breakfast spread on the table, our newborn son sleeping at the other end of the house, I note the weather: high... Continue Reading →
Throughout this entire stormy life-season, my heart's desire has been that this trial wouldn't be wasted. By that, I meant that I wanted to suffer well and for people to see God and His faithfulness in the midst of it. I am so thankful that He has already given me two opportunities to peripherally enter... Continue Reading →
I think about him every day, the boy we called our son for a mere week. Without effort, I can recall his sweet coos, the color and smell of his skin, the sound of his cry. (Thankfully that memory no longer wakes me in the night.) Every day, my mind drifts to his long, scrawny... Continue Reading →
Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you're enjoying a lovely day with your family and friends! Currently, I'm reading In His Image (Jen Wilkin) with a group of ladies. This book feels like a follow-up to None Like Him, and it is wonderfully painful in the way it convicts me about my inconsistency in imaging God rightly. One... Continue Reading →
Always Anchored 