Michele

The following weeks turned into months and our hearts were heavy. We were seeing and experiencing things that no amount of training could ever prepare us for. We had initially launched our daily prayer time at noon. Many were attending and tangible evidence was being seen as a result. I had failed to consider that […]

It’s pretty common for me to say something like, “I need a little Jesus” when I’m having a rough day. Maybe someone at work has lit my last nerve on fire. Or the lady at the service desk at Kroger was unbelievably lacking in professional skills. Maybe I just received some bad news. To some

I’ve said it before. I’ll probably say it again. Life is hard. Really hard. When you’re a teenager and can’t fathom that your parents know anything. When you’re having kids. When that job just isn’t what it was made out to be. Your spouse is testing your vows. The call came unexpectedly. None of us

April 8, 2024, was a day most of us in the path of eclipse totality won’t soon forget. Businesses closed or were open with extra activities and services available. Schools weren’t in session. We made sure we had special glasses for viewing. We made it a big deal. I was working that day (you can’t

Spring makes me happy. Vibrant colors replace the dormant browns. Smells are fresh and new. And the songs in the air seem exceptionally spirited. The Earth is coming back to life. One of my favorite things about this time of year is watching the first signs of my perennials peeking through the soil. There are

When I began this journey, I had my hands open. No specific plan. No preconceived ideas. Just start writing from a place of complete honesty. That sounds good in theory. Right? But to be quite frank, it’s also terribly scary; and risky even. There’s a possibility of misinterpretation. Someone is likely to judge. At the

So it pleased God that He made me for Himself. That’s what that verse in I Samuel says. So I can’t be a failure. Or maybe I still don’t have this figured out. I divorced Brandon’s dad four years later in 1991. Another failure. So now I’m a single mom with three part-time jobs. Some

  (This is part two of a short series. You might refer to the previous post to get some context.) The summer before my senior year of high school was nothing extraordinary. I had been dating the same guy for about two years. His family epitomized the party scene I had been introduced to, and

I live in a house that belongs to a cat. You think I’m kidding? You obviously don’t have a feline of your own. Sonny is seven years old and a beautiful tabby. But holy cow! She’s a lot! If I’m to be honest, I probably like having cats BECAUSE of their attitude. (We tend to