Dance in the Rain
Welcome to My Journal
My life has often felt like a raging storm. A hurricane without an end. And yet God has given me joy in the midst of it. And through the raging storms and the intermittent drizzle, I’m learning to dance in the rain. (Figuratively, of course.)
What it Means to Be Held
After losing our precious baby Paul, God tenderly cared for me. He taught me what it meant to be loved and held by him when my world was falling apart.
Hidden Treasures in Dark places
Why did Jesus not go to Lazarus when he was sick? And why does He not rescue me when I need Him the most? Does He not care? How could waiting have been loving?