a sign of things to come…
The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. —Psalm 18:2 The idea of God being an inanimate object has never settled well in my mind. It seems odd. Bread...
six months later…
Dear Matthew, Six months ago today, I ran down route 246 to the Santa Ynez mission, fell to my knees, and wept in the rose garden. I knew I wanted to marry you, but for a fleeting moment I was scared. Scared that you would leave me, scared you would reject me, scared...questions, comments, and catalyst…
For those who aren’t able to join us for Catalyst, I’m bringing it straight to YOU. Woot woo! Day one has been action packed and I’m overwhelmed with the thought of doing this all over again for two more days. 🙂 So friends, I need you. If you could...
silent weepers…
I remember reading about a case study from a Romanian orphanage that wanted to run their orphanage like an assembly line. Diaper change, bottle given, placed in crib. For the development of a child, those are the most crucial times in life when touch and affection and...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
