SWEET DREAMS — SALVATION STORY #23
Last night, as I was sleeping I dreamt — marvelous error! — that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs
Last night, as I was sleeping I dreamt — marvelous error! — that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs
We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living and since that first breath. . . We’ll need grace that that we’ve never given I’ve been
Today is my daughter’s fourth birthday! I awakened to this text message from her: “Today I am grateful for 4 years of sobriety, that I am not defined by who
I haven’t written for a while because the trip to Asia took a lot out of me! But the stories I have to tell! Before I left I prayed for
This is the edited version of the blog I sent out last night. Apparently, the tears that were still in my eyes blinded me to all the typos or I
I went to a movie with my parents tonight — that seems to be a new American Christmas tradition, doesn’t it? My dad picked it out — War Horse. All
I took a fast from Facebook because I was getting bogged down in emails, appointments, blogs to be written, etc., etc. In other words, I was getting crushed under the
The most flawed relationship in my life is with my daughter. Kristin is twenty-five years old and we have yelled and screamed at each other and gone on fabulous shopping
Nothing has gone right these past days. My Blackberry stopped working. (That is not a minor glitch for me — my Blackberry!!!) That is a dark day. And then the dashboard of
“The invisible dragon roared, I cowered, and what I’ve called “the impostor” was born, a shadow to the my eight-year-old life. The impostor is a fake version of yourself, and