I was twelve years old when we packed our bags and moved south. Way south, to Florida– with palm trees, palmetto bushes, humidity, and fire ants. It was the first time I can remember screaming at my mother. I told her I hated it. I wanted to go home to Alaska. The long and short of her answer? This…
Sometimes life feels like a sucker-punch to the gut. The moment when air rushes out and doesn’t come back fast enough, when I’m unable to speak, to think, to move. I lean in close to the Body. I whisper the story, quiet and pain-filled. It is Delite Lago who answers, our lifetime friendship laying the…
Time passes. Struggles returned. I fight battles I thought were long over and done. In Haiti, little ones were dumped in my arms— “Take them to America?” they would say, “We have lots of babies. You need one.” And my heart would clench as I snuggled them close and kissed soft skin and shook my head….
You’ve heard it, I’m sure. Whispered in the dark of night. Shouted under the bright light of day. Slithering into the desperate places of your heart. Maybe it came while you were in crowds of people or locked in your bedroom with the curtains pulled tightly shut. I’ve felt it in the deepest places of my…
(this post is part of a series that talks of how God met me in the midst of infertility. You can read the whole story in my book, Pain Redeemed or follow the series on here.) Intro: Wounds Taste of Tears The Gentle Healer Our return home from Haiti was plagued with difficulties. From stepping…
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