Gabe sat with his feet up in the recliner, laptop propped on his knees, listening to Paul Baloche talk about developing compassion for the people in your congregation. I sat on the couch nearby, laptop also propped on my knees, listening in on what I would have missed if we weren’t all “quarantined.” It was... Continue Reading →
Father & Son
I stood next to his crib watching him sleep. I couldn’t take my eyes off my first born. The physical ache of love for this small child was something entirely new to me. Something deep and powerful and eternal. Before he had run to me or run from me. Before he had kissed my cheek... Continue Reading →
Bloom
Last week I wrote about planting the right things in our own hearts… mostly because I needed the reminder! 😄 And the idea has really stuck with me all week. With the end of quarantine “in sight”🤞I’ve been wondering if I’ll feel like I’m blooming back into the world, or like I’m slithering out from... Continue Reading →