Journal

I have learned how to be angry. Like really righteously angry. ~~~ The last six years of my life have been a roller coaster of wonderful and terrible things. I have had moments of joy be completely stripped away by moments of hopelessness and desperation. I have been on my knees in prayer more times […]

It’s been a while since I’ve opened my Bible.   Last year, after my trip to Honduras, I couldn’t stop talking about the work Jesus was doing in tiny parts of the world that none of us give a second thought to on a daily basis.  There were too many “coincidences” while I was there. 

A few months ago, I had a doctor’s appointment with my then oncologist about an hour away from home.  I live in the country and so I don’t get to the “big city” often, but when I do I try to take advantage of some of the finer things in life.  And that means, shopping.

Thursday before the first appointment with my plastic surgeon, I went to visit my hair stylist—Jess—who I have seen for 14-years.  She is conveniently located down the road from my cancer center.  I had had two rough nights struggling with sleep and anxiety, my eyes puffy from tears.  I sat down in the chair and

Since becoming a mother, I have spent many of the past 14 Christmases trying to cultivate perfect memories.  Decorating the perfect tree, finding the perfect presents, cooking the perfect meal, and taking the perfect family photo.  I used to think the magic was the “experience” I could provide for those that I loved.   Somewhere

When I was in 9th grade, I decided to tryout for the high school soccer team.  I had played once before.  I think it was 3rd grade and our jerseys were blue.  I know I wasn’t very good at the time, but as was the case with many things, I lacked self-confidence—and a keen understanding

 I won’t bore you with the minute details of what happened next.  Let’s just say, I met a guy, fell in love and married him, lived in California, moved back to Ohio, had two kids and then well—divorce.  If you’ve been following me, you already knew all that.  In those fifteen years, alcohol continued to