Fearfully and Wonderfully Made and Too Loud for the Altos

A fellow alto once told me to tone it down in every area of my life. My oldest friend had a better answer, and it came with pizza.

Moving Forward One Step at a Time When God Gives No Timeline

When the doctors couldn’t tell me how long I’d keep my eyesight, the ground under me felt like quicksand. What helped me move forward came from three strengths I’d used my whole working life and a character I wrote long before I needed her lesson.

No One Left to Ask

A panic attack in an unfamiliar parking lot, a rage-filled prayer that ended in surrender, and a fictional woman pulled from a sinkhole all trace the same path: letting go of self-reliance.

The Caboose Doesn’t Drive

A grocery store trip taken alone after fifteen years, a fictional character carrying a past that won’t let go of him, and an old illustration about a train car that isn’t allowed to drive. Second in a series on grief and loss.

Being a Burden

A sidewalk collision, a relative who has already planned his own funeral, and a friend who wanted to be needed all point to the same fear. The first post in a new series on grief and loss.

Trusting God’s Provision: What a Pelican in Curaçao Taught Me

A crew of Curaçao fishermen, a hymn, and one well-fed pelican showed me what trusting God’s provision looks like.

What a Red Leaf Taught Me About Seasons

A single red leaf on dry pavement became an answer to prayer, and a reminder that seasons that look empty from the outside might just be waiting.

Share the Burden: What 1 Timothy 5 Says About Community

A homemade card arrived at exactly the right moment, and it reminded me that God never meant for any of us to carry our hardest seasons alone. In 1 Timothy 5, Paul shows us what it looks like to actually live that out, together.

When Discouragement Talks You Into a Bad Plan

When the diagnosis was hard and the season was already heavy, I did what David did. I said it in my heart instead of asking God. Here is what that cost him, and what it is costing me.

Comfort and Approval as Idols I Never Saw Coming Until Now

I sat in church hoping someone else was listening to the sermon. I never imagined the message was for me, until a crockpot roast and my husband’s quiet observation proved otherwise.