When my children were small, I held their hand a lot. In order to ensure their safety while crossing busy streets, navigating crowded stores, or zigzagging through packed malls, hand holding was a must. But those weren’t the only times I held their little hands. I also held them when we were just taking a…
Early in my high school career, my younger brother decided to take up the art of drumming. At that time, we lived in a house that had an attic space above our bedrooms. And that, my friends, is where he decided to house his drum kit! I’m sure you’re connecting the dots at this point…
Life can be so hard, can’t it? I recently lost someone very dear to me. Navigating the grief that has accompanied that loss has been difficult, to say the least. I have found myself seesawing between periods of quiet reflection and bouts of tears. The emotional ups and downs have left me feeling physically numb…
It was a warm summer day. My children and I lived close enough to a small grocery store for my oldest daughter (then 12-years old) to hop on her bike and run a quick errand for me. Half an hour after she left the house, my phone rang. I answered it and heard a man’s…
Clean your room, please. Put your clothes away. Don’t bring dirt in the house. These (and many others) were statements readily heard by my children as they were growing up. I repeated them hoping they would stick and my children would learn to appreciate order and cleanliness the same way I did. (It’s okay –…
Shortly after coming to Christ, I had a knock-down, drag out, face to face battle with fear. It bubbled up from a place of complete desperation. I was nearly 20 years old and afraid of pretty much everything – the dark, staying at home alone, stray dogs as I walked around my neighborhood, and so…
