Surprise!
I wasn’t a gal who liked surprises. I was the gal who prided herself in knowing what all my presents were under the Christmas tree. I did a good job of unwrapping and wrapping them back up again. I’m not proud about that conniving reveal about myself. On my 50th birthday, my precious and adoring…
We Can Choose to be the Storm or the Eye of the Storm
The eye of the storm is that still, calm place in the middle of a storm. We may think we’ve been in a storm for some time now with the fierce intensity of the pandemic and the political and racial issues and now Hurricane Isaias has prompted warnings in the Bahamas and parts of Florida.…
Offering Sacrifices of Praise is Sometimes All We’ve Got
A dear friend of mine, for over nine years has been relentless in the care of her sweet boy and his journey with Full Trisomy 13. I’ve never seen anything like what this sweet boy has endured and neither have I seen a mother more devoted to her boy in meeting his daily needs, but…