Prescription for Hope

Physically, I battle a yet-to-be-named neuromuscular disorder. I am waiting for genetic testing to be approved by my insurance so I can...

I dropped my head and asked God to forgive me. I was guilty of not trusting God’s sovereign timing. Trust is my word for 2016.  I created...

I drag my red chair across the floor careful not to spill my coffee. I pull up my favorite chair next to God’s throne of grace. Touching...

My facial muscles will not contort my brow into the questioning expression lodged in my mind. Lyrics to an old hymn waltz through my...

Dear friend, I am inviting you to my secret place. Pull up your favorite chair up close to mine. Lean in. It’s okay if our knees touch....

“Sure?” I replied, a little confused. Smack, smack, ugh, UGH were the sounds emanating from my ten-and-a-half year old daughter and the...