One of the many things I look forward to in our adoption journey is getting to see my husband, Michael, become a father. He is such a thoughtful, fun, and loving human being, and I have no doubt he will be an incredible father to our kiddos someday. Considering the father that Michael will be reminds me of how incredible my own father has been.
We gathered together around the table, five times a day. Making it through the grueling re-feeding process in my anorexia recovery would have been impossible without the community of these ladies journeying with me through treatment at the Laureate Hospital in Tulsa. Alone, I was weak and unable to finish what seemed like an impossible task in front of me. Together, through tears, encouragement…
As spring thunderstorms begin to give way to summer heat and schools are finally out, we kick-off the beloved barefoot season with Memorial Day. More than a Monday off work with no mail delivery, this is a day to honor the men and women who have so bravely fought and sacrificed to serve our country.
So many times when we encounter unmet expectations in life, someone we know will offer up a Bible verse or well-known saying to encourage us. However good their intentions are, often times their words of encouragement seem shallow compared to the hurt and pain we are experiencing. Author Lysa TerKeurst understands that all too well.
The first time I was ever referred to as an older woman, I was only 27 years old. I had just asked a young woman if she’d be interested in joining a small group for some weekly discipleship training at my home. With uncontainable excitement she blurted out, “I was just praying that God would send an older woman to disciple me!” Older woman? Me?
