There is a quiet, steady truth about drawing closer to the Lord: as your light shines brighter, the shadows try harder to intrude. Lately, it has felt as though the enemy is working overtime, rattling doors and trying every subtle trick to get me to bite the hook. When I choose to stand still and … Continue reading Standing in the Midst
Devotion
In His Strength I Stand
He walks me through the hurtHe carries me through the painHe wraps His arms around meJesus is His name He knows the heart withinHis Spirit living thereThough I may not understandHe shows me that He cares The walk may not be easyHe proved this all too wellYet in the deepest shadowsHis love will still prevail … Continue reading In His Strength I Stand
Counting Blessings in the Amber Light
The room is cast in a soft, warm glow from the salt lamp on the bookshelf across the room—much dimmer and gentler in real life than the bright glare captured in the photo. I am lying here with Odessa, her little body shifting and settling as she falls asleep beside me, her breathing gradually slowing … Continue reading Counting Blessings in the Amber Light
Under the Shadow of His Wings
"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart."— Psalm 91:4The house is still, wrapped in the gray, lingering dimness of an early morning before dawn. Outside, the sky hangs heavy with the promise of a storm rolling in over the … Continue reading Under the Shadow of His Wings
When Words Aren’t Needed
Some days are just like that. Some days are just heavy, and the weight on your heart feels too intricate or simply too private to put into words. You try to assemble the thoughts into coherent sentences, but language feels inadequate—or perhaps speaking them aloud makes the hurt feel too raw. In those moments, there … Continue reading When Words Aren’t Needed
The Quiet Parables of Everyday Sacrifice
I can still hear my mother’s voice, echoing a truth she passed down with gentle certainty: mothers sacrifice. Growing up, it was never said as a complaint or a bid for sympathy. It was simply an unspoken law of love. I saw it in the early mornings, the endless effort, and the quiet ways she … Continue reading The Quiet Parables of Everyday Sacrifice
The Sacred Cadence of Lights Out
In the quiet rhythm of our home, the end of the day is marked not just by clocks or darkening windows, but by a ritual. Before the lights go off, we gather to read bedtime stories to Odessa. We wander through all kinds of tales together, but as the evening winds down, we always return … Continue reading The Sacred Cadence of Lights Out
A New Life
We often speak of life as one continuous journey, but looking back at my own, it feels much more like a collection of distinct lives—each one beginning so abruptly that the world before it felt like a distant memory.There was the day I got hit by a car, a stark boundary line drawn between who … Continue reading A New Life
