Several months ago the boys were bickering at breakfast. I can not remember who said what to whom but I remember the feeling of contention as if the moment just happened. I quickly began sharing with them about how life and death are in the power of the tongue. (Proverbs 18:21) Sharing with them that words carry weight. I almost…
Dear Abuse Survivor Momma — Oh friend. I wish I could have you over for a cup of coffee [or glass of whiskey or a bottle of wine] and a hug. I wish I could sit with you look you in the eye and tell you that the waves will settle and at some point it will no longer feel…
Have you ever faced a time in your life where you felt like you were being placed through a wringer? Where the very fabric of you are is being deconstructed so you can start from scratch. That is where I have been the last few weeks. God has ever not so gently been showing me MASSIVE blind spots in my…