Oil of healing and hope…

I sat on the hotel room floor, my finger tracing the circular pattern in the carpet. The words were carefully spoken, with conviction and care tenderly laced through them. But they hurt. It forced me to stand nose to nose with my pain. A pain I’ve lived with, carried in my heart and tried to…

The warmth of spring…

The splash and clanging noises coming from the kitchen sound slightly suspicious. I’m trying to nap during this precious window of time when my busy little Tirzah is in slumberland. The little one growing inside me takes energy too, and I’m trying to be wise and take a rest when I can. But I lie…