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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