How Are You Waiting?

The encouragement in this post has been expanded upon in the podcast episode which can be found below.
Will you join me at Asking Is Loving?


I’ve known my friend, Susan Newkirk, for about twenty years. We started off being friends through our young adult group at a church we both attended. At that time, the two of us along with three other women decided to form a group that would seek to trust God as…
The encouragement in this post has been expanded upon in the podcast episode which can be found below.
Will you join me at Asking Is Loving?


I’ve known my friend, Susan Newkirk, for about twenty years. We started off being friends through our young adult group at a church we both attended. At that time, the two of us along with three other women decided to form a group that would seek to trust God as…
The encouragement in this post has been expanded upon in the podcast episode which can be found below.
Will you join me at Asking Is Loving?


I’ve known my friend, Susan Newkirk, for about twenty years. We started off being friends through our young adult group at a church we both attended. At that time, the two of us along with three other women decided to form a group that would seek to trust God as…

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If You Need To Remember The Strength In Your Weakness

I gingerly walk down our water-soaked gravel road trying to miss the areas that seem like soft, muddy sponges. The rain and snow have been so relentless, that every week or so my family must rebuild and fill in certain areas of our road. When it rains at night, we wonder how the road will look in the morning, or if we’ll even be able to drive on it.

I’ve had a recurring nightmare in life that involves me driving on a neverending,…

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Look to Christ

192captuI nestle down in my writing nook and open the window to cool spring air and birds singing.  Before my alarm goes off to remind me to write, I’m writing.  This is the first morning to click the “Add New” link in WordPress in well over a month. There seems to be a calm before a storm outside my window.  The sky is funereal and the still-bear trees reach and sway upward toward it as if to lift hands to heaven. Crying for what’s to come.

It’s not for me and…

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