Sometimes worthless questions pop into my head: “Would I have picked to have the struggles I do? Is struggling worth the lessons I’m learning?” Then I think: “It doesn’t really matter because life is what it is.” And then I remind myself God knows best. One day while working on a book, I wrote this... Continue Reading →
“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all, and no one is able to snatch them out of... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve learned anything from my physical frustrations. Sometimes I wonder why my body feels much older than it is. Sometimes I wonder if anything good has come from the place of discomfort, pain, and fear. But good things have come. I’ve learned. Slowly, but still. Progress is good. One thing I’ve... Continue Reading →
The Misplaced Mom 