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“Surely, this is not God’s will for me.” It was a statement born out of an extreme trial, a thought that came back over and over again, bouncing off the pain, like a relentless pinball machine. As my friend said it, I could hear the weariness in her voice. It was an echo that reverberated through my own heart, through the years of past difficulties and the long moments of present hurts. Sometimes it felt like God was absent in my pain. As we cope with the traumatic, the une

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

I was minding my own business yesterday when a near concussion from a frozen chicken put everything into perspective. I had my head in...

What do you do when God feels absent? When the silence is so loud it drowns out the voice in your head that is telling you to hold on to...

Pain is an overwhelming presence. I sat in my bed recently, trying to think, trying to pray, trying to get past the pain. I always think...