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"But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end..." (Lam. 3:21-22). “Mary, what is that phrase, ‘Something, something, his mercy is more?’ “ My mom has dementia. I think she had been mulling over this question for a while before finally voicing it. She knew there was something important to be remembered, to be gathered from the entirety of it, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Car

Recently, I sat with someone in the midst of a difficult trial. She was overwhelmed by sorrow, feeling desolate, keenly aware of the brokenness of life, every sorrow a scar running through the length of it. Tears were her daily bread, every morning a struggle as to how to go on. I could sense her despair as she considered the state of her circumstances. My friend’s struggle was familiar to me. I had often sat in a puddle of weariness, pouring out my suffering through unabated

As I pack up Christmas decor and wonder what to do with all the leftovers now that the family has gone home, I have been reflecting on...

We were preparing for our daughter’s wedding when she called me one day in a slight panic, “Mom, I have no pictures of myself from 2009-2011! What happened?” “What happened” was, I was in the “desert years”- both literally and spiritually. We had moved away from everyone we knew to live in the desert of West Texas. Honestly, I tried not to think of those years as they were the years my dad was dying, the years I started having unexplained abdominal pain, the years our family