Motherhood is hard. Mary, the mother of Jesus, the one that God entrusted to raise the SAVIOR of the world, LOST HIM FOR THREE DAYS. If social media had existed back then, her mess up would have been one of the most debated topics on Facebook, dividing sides and splitting
“You stupid, stupid, stupid toe!” I said angrily under my breath as I began to limp to a large rock on the side of the trail where I was running. Sitting down, I quietly cursed my foot, actually my toe, that stupid toe, that I broke three weeks earlier. It’s
I met Val in May of 1997 and I knew we would be fast friends, not just because she was my future sister-in-law, but because her sharp whit and sarcastic humor was my love language. At first impression you might think that she was maybe stand-offish but really she was
T R I G G E R• W A R N I NG March’s Stunningly Strong Story is one that is full of violence but also redemption and I want my readers to be fully aware of this. If you have suffered violence, physical, sexual, or emotional I urge you
I have friends and family that have suffered the deepest of losses. They’ve buried babies, parents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, and best friends. For those of us in proximity to the ones that have suffered loss we can often time find ourselves without words; not knowing what to say so
The air is sharp and it stings my eyes causing them to tear more than what they already have been doing on their own. Each inhale fills my lungs with cold and each exhale shows the breath as it leaves my body. The morning is dark and still and quiet,
Two trees grew strong and proud side by side in the same field. Day and night they were exposed to the same elements and their roots grew to the same depth. Each season visited the trees at the same time and they experienced them in the same manner. Wintertime covered
