If this blog tells you anything about me, you will know I am always looking for an oasis in the desert, a garden in the wasteland. God is so faithful to bring rest to me on the hottest of summer days and even in the midst of life's biggest worries that would try and consume me. … Continue reading Rest for the Weary
I drive WEST….anytime I’m at my parents’ house in Tahoka, I can’t wait to get alone in my car and head west. On Texas Highway 380, I pass my dad’s old farm and recall the years of tractors and weeds and hail storms. I remember the times it seemed to rain on the opposite side … Continue reading Highway 380 West
Have you had an abortion? If so, you are on my mind today. Dear sister, you are one of the reasons I feel so compelled to speak out about what is happening in our nation regarding abortion. Please bear with me as I sort through what I want to say. I promise I will come … Continue reading Sisters Arise!
I have spent years trying to get out of the desert. I can’t recall the exact moment I stepped into it, but in a way I feel I have never and perhaps will never leave the desert.In January, 2000 Erik and I moved to Arizona with a 3-year-old and a newborn baby. Erik had just … Continue reading Life in the Desert
Sunday, June 15, 2003 Erik had been in cardiac ICU for days. He was on the transplant list at Status 1A which meant he required two intravenous drugs around the clock and doctors had given him less than 20 days to live without a heart transplant. It had been almost 40 days. Waiting on … Continue reading Transplant Day – July 3, 2003
Have you ever left a church because someone made you mad? Have you ever stopped going to church because your feelings were hurt?I spent the first 35 years of my life in the church and I’ve known dozens of families who have disappeared from the pews because they were just plain ole ticked off. Lots … Continue reading Un-Churched
I suppose that in a way, he saved my life. He didn’t realize it at the time. Neither did I. It would be years before I fully understood the significance of what my Dad did. But 19 years later, I can still hear his words and I can tell you they have shaped me and … Continue reading Redeemed!