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,…

A Good Hand

“Finley, would you like some pancakes?”

“Nigh.” she replied.

“Would you like some grilled cheese?”

“Nigh.”

“Would you like some mac-n-cheese?”

“Nigh.”

“Finley, would you like some mac-n-cheese?” I tried again.

“YEAH!” 

“Ok. We will get you…

Permission to Feel

“Jesus Wept.” 

The words seemed to jump off the page and slap me in the face. “Jesus wept.” 

I was twenty-one and had known this verse for as long as I…

Finding Friendship

“Ma-maaaaaa!” Finley exclaimed, trying to get my attention. My eyes were plastered to our 14-year-old son who was up to bat. 

“Hold-on, Fin-Fin. Jones is batting! Let’s cheer for him!…

Savoring the Pause

“I’m SINGING IN THE RAIN! JUST SINGING IN THE RAIN! WHAT A GLORIOUS FEELING…” Jones belted the old song from the top of his lungs while holding and spinning…