All By Myself

As a mom, I’ve heard this phrase often; typically preceded by four simple words- I can do it (all by myself).   I relate to the proclamation given by my children, as I remember feeling the same way when I was their age.   They are quite capable of doing much without...

Something From Nothing

Late last night I prepared to wrap a birthday present for my son, today is his 12th birthday.  The box was fairly large and I quickly realized I didn’t have enough paper to adequately cover it.  I also knew that I was out of options. I wanted this gift to look...

The Grief Train

A freight train ran over me last week.  I saw it in the distance and tried to tell myself that we weren’t on the same track.  I wanted to deny the potential of what was looming on the horizon line.  I wanted to turn the other way so I couldn’t see the puffs of steam...

Your Voice Matters- Part 2

This is the second post in the series; if you missed the first one, check it out here- Your Voice Matters- Part 1 Worship—the place where I embrace freedom, find creativity, and connect with the God who tangibly loves me.  I was in my late-teens when I embarked...

Your Voice Matters- Part 1

When I was in school, I rarely raised my hand in class.  I aimed for once a week.  Not once a week per class, but once a week.  Period.  It wasn’t that I didn’t know the answer, 95% of the time I did, but I was afraid of that other 5% chance.  What if I was wrong? ...