Waiting for Breakthrough
Two and half years and three weeks. That’s approximately 30.75 months, which equals about 133.36 weeks, which equates to roughly 934.50 days. That is how much time has elapsed since the night my world exploded in a t-bone collision. Some days, it seems like it was just yesterday. Other...
Fear and Faith: Two Sides of the Same Coin
I’ve been contemplating a lot lately about fear: fear over the direction our country seems to be headed, fear of our constitutional rights being taken away, fear of what it will be like to raise children someday if our country continues on the path of self-destruction, fear that life...
Choosing Rest
Relax. Kick your feet up. Take a break already. Harder than it looks, at least for me. I’ve had to work at resting. Ever sat down to laze away on your day off, only to notice all the things around you that need to be done? It seems that...
Stressed Spelled Backward is Desserts
Super special, five layer birthday cheesecake served! I should back up. I spent a delightfully relaxing 4th of July weekend with my family and enjoying the time with one of my sisters before she moved to Nebraska after the holiday. However, because I wasn’t really home much, I also...
The Anchor of Our Hope
I’m watching a train wreck. I’m watching, not with the macabre fascination that we generally have toward calamities, but in near panic and bewilderment. It’s not a YouTube of some random wreck that I can gasp at in surprise while being secretly entertained. No, this train wreck is close...
The Masks We Hide Behind
When Executive Order 63 was enacted here in the Commonwealth of Virginia at the end of May as part of the plan to begin opening back up after all of the pandemic craziness, there was a section I was extremely ticked off about. It was the part that made...
This Week’s Top 10 Happy List
When all you see in the news these days is story after story of mayhem, violence, murder, destruction, injustice, fear, and complete pandemonium, it can be overwhelming, discouraging, and stressful. Quite frankly, I’m over it. It makes me sick to my stomach. We can’t ignore the bad, but if...
Aim Small, Miss Small
I stared at the peanut butter that was splattered all over my kitchen floor, the refrigerator, and the cabinets. The butter knife I had been using moments before was laying on the floor as well. What on earth just happened? If I can’t even spread peanut butter on a...