The morning before my husband, Jesse, proposed, I was awoken by a startling dream. In the dream, I stood on a riverbank with raging waters flowing past me. A large, scary wolf stood on the opposite bank, snarling and frustrated that it could not cross the river to get to me. Just as Moses’s face shone after spending time in the presence of God, my mind glowed with the supernatural. I knew the dream held a message for me in it. Since I had no major plans for the day (at least that I knew of), I sat in my light-filled breakfast nook, clutching my coffee mug with an unsettled mind bent on prayer. I couldn’t grasp the significance of the dream. Continue reading
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How Writing is Helping Me Process Losing My Mom
I was struggling to get the whisk attachment out of the mixing bowl when I was hit with the question I’d been dreading:
“So, are you going to see your mom for Mother’s Day?” my coworker asked as we made whipped cream side by side in the kitchen of the dessert shop where we worked together.
She had unwittingly stumbled upon an awkward line of conversation for me. I took a deep breath and replied: Continue reading
Rebuilding Dreams From Ashes
After Jess and I had been dating for a year we began to dream a semi-perfect future. We knew it wasn’t going to be perfect, because we’d been in the church long enough to know that’s false thinking. But still you dream and you put into place plans. One of my mentors in College told me to “Hold plans loosely,” which was wise advice especially in light of what happened to us next Continue reading