I was the only one holding onto what was missing. They were only holding what they had. Sometimes the only place something feels incomplete… is in my own hands.
When Christmas Took The Long Way Around..
We told the kids Santa had to trade his sleigh for a tap tap and wait for the river to go down before he could cross. They laughed — and for one long night, joy was louder than lack. Christmas came late this year, but it came fighting.
When Help Is Offered..
Not everything that breaks looks like loss. Sometimes it’s where goodness insists on staying.
When The Rains Come…
Communication is slow and spotty. But we’re grateful. For safety. For each other. And for the quiet ways God keeps showing up in the middle of the mess.
A Happy New Year… In Progress
This New Year arrived unfinished, asking us to sit in the space between promise and arrival. It’s been harder—and holier—than I expected.
When the Light Outshines the Fire…
What started as a simple request for Asher to film our Christmas lights turned into a front-row glimpse of spiritual warfare.