It was a Sunday morning, and I was not at church. With sickness lingering around, I decided to stay home. I’d leisurely gotten up and read more of “Becoming Elisabeth Elliot” until the sermon from my church began streaming. Then, given the beautiful Florida “winter...
I’d gotten to Virginia Beach earlier than I anticipated. Since my former roommate and host wasn’t home, I decided to meet a former coworker in the parking lot of the place I once worked. After catching up a bit, I noticed a car in the parking lot, “Oh hey, isn’t that...
It was a quiet day, and He came like He did every day. He never knocked. He knew the door was open, but these days, it was only cracked… So, He cautiously peered in before opening the door all the way. She was too out of touch to see Him. But every Monday,...
What Grief has taught me is that you’re never ready for its arrival. Grief is more than a human heart can bear. You never get over it, but somehow you move forward. The only way forward is through it. Grief is intimate. For me, sharing certain aspects of it seems...
I woke up at 3:45am and drove south without looking back. The only breaks I took were for gas, bathroom and food. I arrived at home 15 hours later— exhausted but so grateful to be held by people who loved me. The transition home was not an easy one. I spent a lot of...
