If your pet could talk, what would be the first thing it says? View all responses We only have one pet now, since Rocky, our 16-year-old dirty blonde shih tzu, crossed the rainbow bridge two and a half weeks ago. Now our only fur baby is a goofy black schnoodle named Sirius Black. Even though… Continue reading Sirius Blirius
Eve, Today I felt a song spring from the depths of my soul. The song was only a melody and one word, “Oh.” But it felt like the release of an inner mourning. As I sat at the keyboard and sang the melody, my spirit turned my thoughts toward sin and the consequences of sin.… Continue reading To Eve
Dear Rhema and Haddon, Mommy and Daddy long for you with all of our hearts. We cannot wait to hear your giggles and your high-pitched squeals echoing through the hallways of our home. Will you have white-blonde bouncy curls, or will dark, straight locks crown your precious heads? You’re both doomed to have brown eyes… Continue reading A Letter to Our Children
I have never considered my mortality. At least, not seriously. During worship I sing songs about God’s triumph over death and during prayer I confess to Jesus my yearning to be with Him, but both of those concepts have always felt very, very far away. Cancer has definitely changed that. Now I think about death… Continue reading The Bride with the Emptiest Hands
