I learned to worship by watching my mom. She laughed when she sang and something vibrant seemed to spill out of her. She would whisper words to me when I was struggling to learn music, struggling to find the right keys. “It’s all for Him, Tashie-girl,” she would say, “don’t worry about anyone listening. Just…
At some point during my third grade year, my family was sitting around the living room and my parents began discussing an upcoming trip to the eye doctor for my oldest brother. I looked up from the book I was reading and said brightly, “Oh, yeah, Mom, my teacher says I should get my eyes…
It was the day I realized that I couldn’t go on. My husband was gone on a two-day trip and I was home alone. Alone. Without the babies I longed for, since my body was broken. Without the friends I had leaned on for years, since my pain had caused me to push them away….
I was empty. That is the honest-to-goodness truth. Empty of anything life sustaining. Empty of anything good. But nobody knew it. After all, I had a reputation of being alive and full. I poured out, I gave, so I must have something inside… right? I was sitting on the porch of our mission house in Haiti when…
I still remember the way my hands shook. Never, in all my born days, did I actually expect to stand in front of someone I looked up to and tell them that I disagreed, Biblically, with what they had said. But it had been wrong. And I couldn’t pretend that it was right. Nor could…
I should have expected the question. She was new to our little group, her life laced with hardships. Poor choices, drugs, death. All of the fears and loss and addictions seemed to pile up. When she talked, I ached. God, reveal Yourself to her. Display Your grace and mercy in her life. And then she looked…
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