Our Story

This is a story of three women that God has brought together. We are not necessarily likely friends, but through an interesting series of events, God got us here. We each have our own story and perspective that we want to share. This is something that we have been asked to do, not for informative reasons, but…

Voices

I have spent too much time lately listening to the wrong voices. I have listened to the voices that tell me this is all too much. The voices that say I will never be able to manage this and I will fail. The voices that tell me I am a bad mom and if only I had tried harder and…

It. Hurts.

It hurts. No one tells you in the parenting books how much being a parent can hurt. When your child is sick or falls down and scrapes a knee, you hurt with them. When they face bullies at school and fights with friends, your heart hurts right along with theirs. Being a mom is the most rewarding and most painful…

Better Together

Better together. That was a phrase that was often repeated by all of the speakers in California. It has been repeated by many voices since I have been home. I wonder if they’ve been saying it all along and maybe I’m just finally ready to hear it…   Better together is not me. I am more of a, “I’m good…

Rocks in the River

  I was on Facebook today and read a friend’s post. It was about her dad and how much the grief still hurts after so many years. I wanted to respond to her. I wanted to say something like ‘I know’ or ‘it doesn’t matter how long, it always sucks’. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even bring myself to put…

Disorderly

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscious, but shouts in our pains: it is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world. ~C.S. Lewis The Problem of Pain   I have a disorder. It’s not an official one, but it’s there. I’m the hyper kid, so being still is not my strong point. Heck, it’s not even…

Scars

I have spent years being ashamed of the scars on my arms. I was so aware of them all of the time. I wanted to hide them. I wanted to pretend that they weren’t there. I didn’t want to face the questions that might come if people saw them. I was bound up by my past. I was a prisoner.…

To My Friend

Dear Friend, I watched you die today. It didn’t stick though. God saved you once again. How many times is this now? 4? It doesn’t really matter that much. What matters is how angry I am. You talk the talk of someone who wants to heal, but you ignore your words. You want to get better, but you ignore the…