A Pocket Full of Promise

My childhood was filled with broken promises. Thinking back, I’m not sure I even knew what a promise was. A promise was something that was supposed to be fulfilled and included hope – neither of these things were commodities in our home. I can remember one promise. My mother told me and my siblings toContinue reading “A Pocket Full of Promise”

It’s Complicated

Children learn about the unseen by the way of the seen; they learn about the invisible by the way of the visible. On the threshold of hope, Diane Mandt Langberg, PhD, page 132 When you’re a child, you have no prior information to judge what is right and what is wrong. Sure, we don’t likeContinue reading “It’s Complicated”

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Sundays – a day for families, a day for reflection, a day to be still. Maybe, a day for renewed hope. All of my life I have struggled with love. What does it mean? What does it look like? How do I get it? If you believe that God knew us while we were beingContinue reading “Sunday Morning Coming Down”