Today I cried over a happy memory. I’ve found that this is happening more frequently as I get older and life gets more complicated. Today my husband said, “Do you remember when we went to that Cubs game?” I nodded, smiled at the memory, before turning my attention back to my work. “Do you remember … More Refined in Days of Trial
My Wedding day was not the best day of my life. Yeah, I said it. Don’t get me wrong- my wedding day was so much fun. I mean, I married my favorite person in the world, and I was surrounded by so many people who took time out of their lives to drive hours to … More The Pressure We Put on Days
The first time my husband (boyfriend at the time) was diagnosed with cancer, I gained 25 pounds. Just let that sink in for a second, because you better believe that was a shock to me. That means, in the year period between diagnoses and treatment I nearly put on another fifth of me. For a … More Grief, Relief, and Ice Cream
This morning was kind. Now don’t me wrong, it wasn’t easy. I still woke up with the same anxiety, the same deep pit in my gut that I now know all too well. I still woke up an hour earlier than I anticipated, and I still laid awake listening to my mind screaming at me. … More Tomorrow Will Be Kinder
What a beautiful thing to imagine, the view of heaven from the eyes of a seven year old. … More Rediscovering Your Childlike Faith
Yes, I was one of those. I was the girl who read The Fault in Our Stars the summer before my senior year of high school. I was the girl who stayed up until four in the morning to finish it, and I was the girl who had to put the book down for a … More The Beauty of Pain’s Demands
As a collector of knowledge there are few things in life that break me more than the questions I ask that no one can answer. I drove my Sunday school leaders crazy when I was a child. So many, “why’s?” So many, “But then what’s?” So many thoughts that my young imagination churned that no … More More Than a Sunset
authenticity has become a rarity because no one other than the offended knows how to effectively express opinions without being attacked and demoralized. … More No Offense, But Stop Being Offended
I’m a worrier, like a lose hours of sleep kind of worrier. Everything just seems a little more life or death than it actually is at two in the morning. But that’s just me. I worry. I’m at a time in my life where I, and those around me, care so much about things that, … More Who Cares?
I, like many, am terribly flawed, and this hand of flaws keeps me from fully achieving the adjective of being lovely. But that’s the process, right? One of my most prevalent flaws is the inability to truly exercise composure. Every chapter of life removes a sense of control. Each has new ups and downs. When … More Composure
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