Anger. Peace. Bitterness. Forgiveness. Resentment. Gratitude. Hate. Love. Sorrow. Joy. I’ve honestly felt all of these (sometimes more than one at a time) in rapid-fire succession for days now. It’s been exhausting. Regardless of your spiritual posture, your political affiliation, your financial status, or your cultural background, our hearts and minds have been assaulted by […]

Our ride home from church tonight was eerily quiet. Not one word spoken. The same continued once we sat down in the living room. Silence. My mind and my heart are struggling to process the events of today. I simply cannot make sense of it. Instead of spiraling down a pit of despair, I turned

Some of you can “hear” this picture. If you know me, I laugh. A lot. And loud. My boys have always found it pretty embarrassing (maybe even annoying). Multiple times over the years, people have said something like, “I was guessing you were here somewhere, and then I heard you”. Generally speaking, I don’t try

The sign said “Valet Parking for Patients”. That was me. I was the patient arriving at the IU Simon Cancer Center. I had chosen to come alone (that’s another story), so I decided taking advantage of valet parking might be a good idea. I handed over my keys, took the ticket, and proceeded through the

Most days, my house resembles something from Barnum & Bailey; I have a front row seat to my three-ring circus. With two German Short-Haired Pointers (who are indoor and outdoor) and a Tabby cat, the entertainment never ends. Truthfully, I’m not sure how the house is still standing. There should probably be a “Pet Clause”

I’m not big on social media. I’m the stereotypical 55-year-old woman because Facebook is where I typically land. I haven’t fully embraced Instagram and I don’t even have TikTok. But a friend recently sent me something that continues to make me smile. She introduced me to the “We Do Not Care Club”. The brilliant woman

It’s been apparent for quite a while. That nagging feeling just kept hitting me. One year ago, I had come back from Speak Up in Grand Rapids and I was a few weeks post op from my very unexpected total hysterectomy (due to an incidental finding of a mass in my ovary). Getting back in

I’ve likely said it too many times to count. Either out loud or just in my mind. But either way, it’s wrong. “At least I’m not as bad as she is.” “I’ve never done anything like that before.” You know what I’m talking about. You’ve done it, too. We all have. Whether we’re Christians or

I had decided to take an extra day off. July 4th fell on a Friday, so I could make a nice four-day weekend by taking Thursday as well. The first thing on my list was sleeping in. You should know that sleeping in for me wouldn’t necessarily equate to sleeping in for someone else. Still

Three years ago, Tobi Hough and I embarked on a somewhat spontaneous adventure. The Speak Up Conference in Grand Rapids, Michigan, was going back to an in-person setting after Covid and we wanted to be there. With hope in our hearts, knots in our stomach, and two suitcases full of anxious anticipation, we set the