“Mommy. He spilled milk on the dining room carpet.” “No! She left it near the edge so when I walked by it knocked over. It’s her fault.” “No – it wasn’t near the edge. He moved it there.” “Guys, I don’t care whose fault it is. Somebody just pick up the cup so it stops... Continue Reading →
As a child, I never understood how one could describe pain. Words like sharp, stabbing, aching. How could I know what I felt was sharp or stabbing? How do we know that what one describes as sharp another might not describe as aching? And isn’t grief a bit like this? Each of us has or will experience it in our lifetime. But how each one of us feels and describes those feelings is always different.
God, You are knocking on my heart. It gets loud, so loud, and sometimes I try to drown it out. I don’t want this. I think You must be wrong. I am not good enough, strong enough for this. I say that I know You are good and You are in control. And yet, too... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 