The Happiest She’s Been in 45 Years
A poem I wrote last weekend while speaking at a women’s retreat. Wrestling with the truth, I discovered a deeper truth…
A poem I wrote last weekend while speaking at a women’s retreat. Wrestling with the truth, I discovered a deeper truth…
I used to try to fill that empty place inside. With food. With people. With shopping. With starting. With busy-ness….
Grit. Grit. Grit. My bare feet feel grit on the stairs. Grit on the kitchen floor. Grit. Grit. Grit. I sit…
It’s Marriage Monday over at Chrysalis, and today’s topic is submission. A Husband’s Perspective Before writing today’s post, I did…
He brought me out into a spacious place; He rescued me because he delighted in me. Psalm 18:19 * *…
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