At a Wheaton alumni event surrounded by pregnant women in cocktail dresses, I escaped to the bathroom and saw everything I wasn't. Sometimes God meets us in our most envious moments.
Faith & Mental Health
The February Beach Day That Saved Me From My Winter of Waiting
I'd been asking God for a sign about motherhood when He gave me a seventy-degree day in February instead. Here's what I learned about footprints in the sand and everyday miracles.
Show Me a Sign: Lessons from The Alchemist
I kept asking God to show me a sign about motherhood until a book about following dreams taught me the wrong question. Sometimes the journey is the treasure.
Breaking Up and Making Up: When Love Isn’t Enough to Fix Everything
After Charming broke up with me to "free me from my dreams," I realized the problem wasn't him—it was me. Here's how a one-hour breakup taught me that I needed to reclaim the missing pieces of myself.
Foster Care, Teenage Rebellion, and the Prayer That Changes Everything
Watching my future sister-in-law's foster daughter at a Wizards game, I saw myself—the rebellious teen who once told her mother "I hate you." What if the common thread that heals all wounds starts on our knees?
Horseback Riding in Narnia While My Friends Miscarry: Learning to See Past the Baby Longing
At thirty-four, watching a TV couple announce pregnancy made me cry ugly tears. But riding through snow-covered pines with Charming, I realized: if I keep focusing on the children I don't have, I'll miss the Narnia I'm living in right now.
Introducing Charming to the People Who Loved Me When I Was Dead Inside
Joanie and Bob met me when I was a fallen woman hiding in my childhood bed after divorce. They loved me anyway. This Christmas, they finally met Charming—and emailed that he's 'handsome, delightful, and perfect' for the restored woman they always knew I'd become.
Half My Christmas Lights Keep Dying—Just Like My First Marriage Did
Charming hung and rehung icicle lights three times this weekend. I kept thinking of my ex-husband and how we got better at fixing Christmas lights than our marriage. Some relationships have too many broken strands. But this little house still glows like a beacon—reminding me I'm never alone.
Learning to Trust When Life Falls Apart: What Friends’ Miscarriage Taught Me
When friends lost their baby overseas, I realized I'd been applying the logic of one failed marriage to every future possibility. Sometimes trust isn't about odds—it's about the One holding the camera.
The Halloween Photo That Broke My Heart (And What It Taught Me)
I wasn't in my nieces' Halloween photos, and suddenly I saw the truth: I can't use other people's children to fill the void in my own life. Sometimes we need to look up.
Writer's Growth 