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The Why’s

I am a creative. There is no doubting this. I don’t need to question this or know the “why’s.” But sometimes, I do ponder and think about why God chose to speak audibly to me in 2003. I know that it’s not necessarily important. But outside of being creative, I am also deeply analytical andContinueContinue reading “The Why’s”

Unshed Tears of a Military Child

“I can see them. As we read books together before bedtime, I see them. I see the side of her mouth trembling a little, just like her dad’s does, keeping it all in because in this world, STRONG is what we teach. As we read, I go over the day in my mind: The 3 times she broke outContinueContinue reading “Unshed Tears of a Military Child”

Cancer Free

****I wrote this in February of 2017, the day Natalie received her official cancer free diagnosis. But, this time two years ago was when Natalie was first diagnosed with cancer, and I’ve asked her mom’s permission to share this story, from my own perspective. I hope you read it…and celebrate Natalie’s beautifully victorious life withContinueContinue reading “Cancer Free”

Despite All Things, Redeemed

Brave. Fearless. Warrior. Courage, my heart. For some reason, those words popped into my brain, a vision of letters somehow engraved into thin air….. And I thought of every bar necklace, every t-shirt, every coffee mug that stands boldly with declaration of intent. BRAVE FEARLESS. I wonder….what if we actually held the sign of ourContinueContinue reading “Despite All Things, Redeemed”

Twinges of grief

Six years ago, I wrote this blog. Angel Baby. And, from that, this. Sweet Seraphina…how I desperately prayed that God would show me your face somehow. “Please,” I asked…give me a dream, a vision, a picture!” God answered. And then I moved on. I’m pretty good at moving on. Mostly because there is a deeply rootedContinueContinue reading “Twinges of grief”

T-ball memories.

I never played t-ball,actually. I’m pretty sure I never hit a ball off of a real tee. However, I did start off with the amazing red plastic bat and ball. Summertimes in the 1980’s were pretty darn cool. I would say it was because no one was fearful of kidnappings or strangers or crazy people,ContinueContinue reading “T-ball memories.”