Grief

Holy Ground to Our Story

I obeyed because I knew He was giving me the chance to not only walk out of my prison of shame that had caused wounds to myself and to her, but also to obliterate the whole effing thing so that it wouldn’t be a place I would run to in our friendship ever again.

Holy Ground to Our Story

Beautifully Broken

Shame perpetuates the lie that I need to hide the dark and tainted parts of my story. I've also struggled with sharing the parts of my story that I didn't choose, but are now my reality.  

Beautifully Broken

Three Stockings

Expecting another little one to head our way, we kept waiting…and waiting. And no pregnancy followed.

Three Stockings