For My Father, on His 70th Birthday

Dear Dad, First of all, thank you for reading my blog all these years. My pink, girlie, topics-that-have-nothing-to-do-with-your-life blog. I forget sometimes that you read it regularly, and then you write in a letter something very specific about a certain post and I...

Dear 2017

Dear 2017, I am closing the door on you because I’m weary. But before I come across as a whiny brat though, I absolutely must acknowledge that you were the backdrop for some very sweet experiences. January: My husband and I began living together full time. I released...

Holidays for the Hurting: Broken

No one wants to feel broken at Christmas. But you do. We want brokenness to stop for holidays and special events, but life just isn’t like that. So here you are. You are moving slowly. You are hurting. You feel listless, painfully aware of what’s not right in your...

Reflecting on 2016 & Your Heart

Every year now for probably a dozen years or so, I spend some time thinking back on the previous year. I do three things: I read through all of my journals from the past year, I read all of the sweet notes I have received from friends and family during the previous...

Broken at Christmastime

No one wants to feel broken at Christmas. But you do. We want brokenness to stop for holidays and special events, but life just isn’t like that.  So here you are. You are moving slowly. You are hurting. You feel listless, painfully aware of what’s not right in your...