Jesus and Panic Attacks

Blinking. Blinking. 

Seventies blue tile came into focus. I was laying on the bathroom floor. 

Breathe. I instructed my thoughts. Just breathe.

The last thing I remembered was standing in the bathroom,…

Different

“How do you feel like you are doing? Matt asked. “You seem…different. Good different.”

“I feel different. I’m not sure how to put it into words. Something has shifted. I…

New Life

“Finley, I’m trying to sleep!” Matt teased our sweet seven year old. 

“Aaahhh!” She exclaimed, patting his arm with her hand. Matt began fake snoring, making Finley giggle as she…