My Son Doesn't Believe in God.
My son doesn't believe in God.
Forward Forgetting
God is worthy of our slow study. Rushing through His Word is offensive and superficial, so let's pump the brakes on what these verses can t
Kissing Goodbye
August 5 was the last time I saw my beloved husband alive.
Discovered
Standing on wobbly legs in that parking lot, I slowly scanned the horizon. Black sky had surrendered to navy before arriving at a muted...
Paralyzing Panic
My son cannot cross the street without me. He is no toddler. The kid is 13 years old. Thirteen. And he cannot cross the street alone....
I Hurt My Kids
I've done a lot of stupid things as a mother. Far too many regrets in both word and deed (and thought) that I cannot take back. If I'm...
35-Year Old Widow
I prayerfully hesitate writing this article. I’ve put it off. I’ve wondered how to put thoughts into sensible sentences. Yet I feel...
Presence Erased
I am so weird. When I get home from grocery shopping, I like to put up all the groceries myself. My family is often sweet enough to...
Unraveled
"Mrs. Wilkins, I'm sorry to tell you that your husband is deceased." Time froze that morning and I along with it. There is no string of...
Licking the Envelope of a Sympathy Card
This is part 2 (see “I Shaved My Legs”) Part of the guilt of grief is simply moving forward with life. The more forceful aspect involves...
