I’ve spent the week getting beat up. Getting beat up by myself and my thoughts (repeatedly, consistently). By the angry world around me. By circumstances, sickness, and worries. After several days of reading God’s Word through a Bible plan online, I had a revelation.…
It’s mid-week again with all its hustle and bustle. The weekend sped by with goals unmet and things left undone. My mental list checks off folding laundry, keeping up with dishes, making meals, spending time with family. Yet, there is always something I’m beating…
The beeping of the life-monitoring machines have become a commonplace background noise. The high-pitched whir of the ventilator somehow comforting in its constancy. There is life still here. The weightiness of heartbreak of families entwines with worry, hope, and prayers as I do my…
Every thing is at my fingertips. I take up my phone for the weather report, a honey sugar mask recipe I stumbled across the other day, to check on a sick friend, order a shirt from my favorite brand, help to care for a…