My husband flies home today.  He has spent the last eight days in Haiti, serving a mission there through our church.  People do these things everyday.  But the day my husband left, a wrestling match began inside of me with the God of the universe. As a child, my father had abandoned me, my mom, and three siblings in city with no friends or family.  My mom had no job, no education, four mouths to feed, and was a wreck in every way. Actually, it was the best thing that could have… Read More

Yesterday was a day of cooking.  I’m preparing for a busy, pre-holiday weekend that has a ministry event right in the middle of several social events.  As I worked through the day, I was thinking of the many things we have to be thankful for this year.  The miracles that have occurred throughout our year and also the not-yet things that have been promised to us.  I was tired but full after a night of laughter, hosting some dear friends for a simple dinner last night. This morning, when the phone alarm… Read More

He healed my heart through art. Sitting at my art table staring at the blank canvas on my easel, I envisioned a single flower. Pink or maybe purple, I thought I would make it. Vibrant, tall and strong it would be with its face pointing upward toward the heavens. As I eyed the blank slate in front of me I pondered “what kind of flower should I make it?” So I searched butterflies and flowers, one of my favorite combinations. I seemed to have been in a season of painting butterflies too…. Read More