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,…

Best Day Ever

“Hi Mama!” My heart leaps inside of my chest as I recognize a voice I have heard in part, but not in full. Tears of joy fill my eyes,…

Remaining Faithful

“It is ridiculous that I am even starting a blog! I don’t even read any blogs!” Doubt was creeping in on the call to write publically about our special…

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!…