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Not Forgotten

January 9, 2017

I sat in my bathroom, tears running down my face harsh sobs causing my shoulders to tremble and shake. “Where are you, God?” For the first time in weeks, the words whispered in my heart were not angry, they were filled with a deep sort of sadness, a painful longing. “Why have you forgotten me?”   Left Behind Things hadn’t always been like that. Months before …

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Why I say, “I’m praying”

June 13, 2016

*Before I even start this post I want to state as clearly as I can that I unequivocally condemn what was done at the Pules Nightclub. It was evil, it was wrong, and I absolutely hate that it was done. I hate all destruction of human life. I sit here and I grieve with the families and friends of everyone involved and stand with them against this type of violence.    I woke …

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Who am I, God?

April 22, 2016

The air was warm and a cool breeze stirred, ushering in the early spring night. Overhead, the sun was just starting to set, casting a pink hue on the world. My thoughts, however, were not as rosy. I walked alone that night; I had left my kiddos tucked in bed, my husband home to take care of them, and I walked… and walked… and prayed. …

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Abide in Me

April 5, 2016

There was once a time in my life when I had quiet times every day for an hour or longer. I soaked up the Word and had all the time I wanted to sit and be with God. Birds sang. Sweet smelling breezes filled the air. Cute little mice and other woodland creatures did the chores for me… I kid, I kid… about the animals; …

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