Photo Credit Dorothy had it right: There’s no place like home. In 2012, I spent 10 days in the hospital in May and then seven days in June. When I exited that sterile environment, tears welled up from deep in my gut as I drove toward my house. I missed my bed with the…
Photo Credit What do all the numbers on the monitor mean? I anxiously asked the nurse. My husband went into respiratory distress. Twenty nurses entered the room and pushed me out into the hallway. In less than 10 minutes, the angels in scrubs moved my man to the Critical Care Unit for his protection….
Photo Credit: FreeImages.com / Rachel Warner We stopped at a kooky tourist stop in the Keys on our first road trip together. We wandered aimlessly looking at sea shells and shot glasses lining the shelves. I pushed passed the crowd into the back room of the store, and I discovered a treasure. In…
Photo Credit I know my Redeemer lives. He peeled away my sinful graveclothes and unshackled me from condemnation. I know my Redeemer lives. Out of love, He wiped away the enemy’s curse and lifted me up to life and light. I know my Redeemer lives. He uprooted despair to plant hope and healing in my…
Photo Credit I spent four days watching my husband cough up a lung before he allowed me to take him to the ER. The first night in the hospital we did not sleep a wink. The attending doctor initially assured me that my man had a mild case of pneumonia, but that diagnosis changed…
Photo Credit I want the unrelenting waves to stop crashing in on me. I’m weary of the struggle. Have you been there? I know God controls the tides of life, but lately I’ve swallowed a little too much salt water. I need to learn to surf. I want to ride the rising waves,…