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“I lost the baby. I’m not ready to talk. Don’t say anything. Only a couple of people of people know”   Tears flooded my eyes as yet another beautiful friend began her journey of the loneliest grief. My heart just shattered for her. She had waited so long for the plus sign that would allow her to imagine what having her own child would feel like. She has passionately loved so many children, yet longs for her own. The loss of a first pregnancy especially, leaves you vulnerable to fears—can my body ever carry a baby?  Is this even an...

It wasn't a new disagreement.  It's a situation that we have limited control over, yet it impacts us regularly.  Brad and I are pretty different, so the way we think things should be handled often conflicts.  Most of the time, we can work through our different ideas in healthy ways.  But on this night, our different personalities crashed against a situation that feels like an impenetrable wall we have struggled against for a long time.  Add a couple of dashes of we are both absolutely exhausted, and it was not going to go well.    What do you do when...

I was sitting on my back porch when I distinctly heard our dog, Raleigh’s bark—off in the distance, way outside the fence. I hopped up and ran around (where people can see me) in my super puffy robe because it’s freezing (yet I insist on being outside because it’s fantastic). Anyway, I ran out in my stay-puff-marshmallow-man attire because I love this dog more than is probably healthy for a human. He ran right to me and back into the fence when I called because he is perfect. I looked around for his escape route, but I didn’t see anything...

I was standing by her in church one Sunday, when I felt an urgency to pray for her during worship. You see, I knew what was going on in her life.  I knew how overwhelmed she was with anxiety and fear.  It had been a rough season...The lies of the enemy were loud, and she was believing them.  She was at the point where she just could not see truth for the fog.  It's so hard to watch the people you love suffer.  It's also hard to know when and how to speak truth to them, so I specifically started...

When I was a little girl, I colored at least a million rainbows. They dominated the background in most of my tiny-human art. I think kids naturally add rainbows, because they inspire us and make us dream.  I think even as adults, we all get a little rush of excitement when we spot one in the sky. We innately understand that something special is happening!   The first time I learned about the scientific process that could have lead to a world wide flood, my hand hurt from scribbling notes, and my brain hurt from the fire hydrant of information....