Tears streamed down her lightly freckled cheeks. Blue eyes swam in emotion—an emotion she couldn’t quite identify. As she read, she occasionally whispered his name, followed by the question “why?” She paused to wipe her eyes and then continued reading. As repulsed as she was riveted. Finally, from her stool at the kitchen counter, she
One. The solitary number just never seems big enough, does it? One potato chip? Hardly!! One dollar? Barely enough to buy a soda anymore. One day of vacation? You can’t even get fully relaxed! I am so quick to dismiss one, often feeling as though it’s lack reflects my own. After all, in a culture
“I don't really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don't do it. Instead, I do what I hate.” Romans 7:15 I love that Paul penned those words, and I am so thankful that God chose to include them in the Bible. For those two sentences perfectly encapsulate my day
My dear friend and mental health champion, Aimee Elizabeth Caverly, has written a Creed for Mental Wellness. Having struggled with mental illness for years, Aimee knows first hand that hope in the midst of blinding darkness is possible! She is a living testimony that healing can happen and that a diagnosis does not define you.
(I witnessed the following scene at church several weeks ago, and it has stayed with me ever since. It's amazing what children can teach us and reveal to us about God and how to worship Him!) She sang with abandon. Her blond curls bouncing as she poured her heart, soul, and fourth-grade self into the song.