I took a very short walk yesterday. I put in my headphones, queued up a random playlist, and started walking down my road. The song “Heaven Help Me” by Zach Williams started playing. It was perfect, given all the “stuff” I had swirling around in my head. “Help me, help me 'Cause I can't walk this road alone And I can't do this on my own….” I sang, and I prayed… and then I looked up. A bird was flying directly above me. I continued singing. “Tell me, tell me I just need to hea

We were headed to church this morning. I was sitting in the passenger seat; my husband was driving. I looked in the back seat at my youngest daughter. She was staring out the window talking about the fields, the birds, other cars… pretty much anything and everything that caught her eye. She had this look on her face. A mix of wonderment and contentment and peace. It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever laid eyes on. Then, I had the strongest sense that while I was w

I was praying about the crucifixion this morning. Not just the moment Jesus was nailed to the cross, but all of the moments that led up to it and those that came after it. The entire Passion, from the garden of gethsemane to the closing of the tomb. I was praying about how lengthy it was. Twenty-four hours of torture. One thing after another. This hit me because life sometimes feels that way, doesn’t it? One thing after the other. One blow leads to another. And another. We pr