Have you ever wondered if you missed the mark as a parent? In this post, I share a 2 a.m. airport drive, two weeks of relentless prayer, and a baptism I almost didn’t get invited to witness. Through it all, God reminded me that He is faithful, hearts can be softened, and even in the desert, His love pursues our children.
If He can do it for me, He can do it for you.
“Aunt Mimi! I have my ornament!” a little voice shrieked as she ran across the living room at Thanksgiving to hang it on the tree. My heart filled with joy. If I could find no other joy in the day, that was enough.
Sometimes life takes you places you never expected…
This Easter season, I find myself once again in Pennsylvania—grateful for time with my grandson, yet carrying the quiet weight of all that is missing. Grief and gratitude sit side by side, and I’m learning there is room for both.
This is a story about love, loss, Good Friday, and the deep connection between a mother’s heart and the cross.
If you’ve ever wondered how joy and sorrow can coexist… or how God meets us in our broken places… I invite you to read this.
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