My newfound marital status has opened my eyes to an overlooked demographic in the church. I’m talking about the widow. Oh, how this must break the heart of the Father! […]
The Thorn: When God Doesn’t Heal the Wound
Guest post by Kat Smith I wish this was easier; I wish God would just provide healing and escape. But maybe I won’t ever find peace on this earth. Maybe […]
My Story: The Pastor’s Widow
If I told you my story… I see my life in three chapters. Chapter one was my life before Jeremy. Chapter two was my life with Jeremy. Chapter three is […]
Dancing in the Minefields
Today would have been our 25th anniversary. My first without him. I’ve been dreading this day. I was afraid I would spend the whole day weeping over what I’ve lost; […]
Who Is My Neighbor?
Who is my neighbor? This season of profound grief has made me take a new look at some old Scriptures. One of those passages is a story Jesus told in […]
I Choose Faith
Three years ago, I was sitting in a hospital room, in the middle of a miscarriage, facing the very real possibility that we were about to lose our fourteen-year-old to […]
Bountiful Provision
As you can imagine, it breaks my heart that my girls have had their childhood innocence stolen by loss. Sometimes I think I grieve their loss even more than I […]
The Kids Are Watching
Today, I thought it would be good to get the girls out of the house after a really tough week. So, we went tubing, did a little consignment shopping and […]
Open Letter to My Daughters
Marry a guy like your daddy. I know you already know that. But by the time you’re ready to marry you may have forgotten a few things, so I decided […]
My Husband’s Hands
My Husband’s Hands A man’s hands tell so much about him. For as long as I can remember, I said I would only marry a man whose hands were as […]
Hey Dad, What’s It Like?
Hey dad, What’s it like up there in Heaven? Is it better than you could have imagined? Is everyone really always happy? Hey dad, What’s it like hanging out with […]
Daddy Doll
Meet “Daddy Doll.” When Korinna was a baby, we were shopping at a department store and we heard her calling from the cart “Dada, Dada!” We turned just in time […]
