Grief is such a strangely empty, yet overwhelmingly present thing. Whatever it is, it is achingly universal.
Grief is such a strangely empty, yet overwhelmingly present thing. Whatever it is, it is achingly universal.
These lessons are largely still in their fetal stage, but I’ve come to understand a few things more fully. I hope you do, too.
Life over the last few months felt like a blinding rollercoaster of emotion, scheduling, and overwhelm with a fairly significant case of vulnerability whiplash. Three
The Inspiration Last September as we prepared to move back to Malawi, I started listening to the Anne of Green Gables series on audiobook. The
The Ice Cream Soda Chronicles This quilt is a diary. Within its stitches lie stories of sorrow, searching, slowness, and soothing. It is a chronicle
This phrase initially came to me as a tiny sentence to describe myself in my Instagram profile. I know, super enlightening, right? But at that
Prostrate in my heart, I sat on the rogue mattress in our loft, silently pouring out unutterable longings before my Maker. What are we doing
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