When hope feels lost, there is always hope.
When I can’t weather the storm, my God most surely can.
Every day I have to come back to the Truth, to spend the time I now suddenly seem to have so much of pouring out my heart before God and casting my cares on Him.
I’d like to be Ruth, but I’m not. I’ve been me for 39+ years, and I’ve never been Ruth. So let’s talk about Naomi.
God is my comfort when I lose my job, when I lose my keys, when I lose my mind about the mud tracked in on the floor.
It was ten years ago this morning that the Doppler couldn’t find my son’s heartbeat.
God grows my faith both through the answered prayers and the unanswered ones.
The hand of God is always a hand of mercy and grace.
We gather, every night around 5:30, around Grandpa K’s big old wooden dining room table. So many generations of our family have come together at this table. Nine months ago we put the leaf in for a birthday party, and we’ve left it in, because we like to spread out and it’s more conducive to […]
Once upon a time, I broke a longish blog silence with a post about homeschooling, public schooling, and depression. And I sat back and wondered . . . what will people say? Honestly, most of the time people don’t say much about my blog posts. Maybe I’ll get a couple of likes, a couple of […]