I used to hold onto everything as tightly as I could–material possessions, places, talents, jobs, relationships. I attempted to maintain control, terrified I might let something slip through the cracks. I strove for perfection and grieved each and every change, failure, and loss as a sign of my own powerlessness. Then, as I became a…
I’m a literal person. I struggle to enjoy stories with unrealistic, abstract concepts like time travel or multiple dimensions. I suppose I like everything, even my entertainment, to be neat and tidy and linear. (This is probably why I love Disney movies so much.) As soon as I was old enough to understand that God…
“It [love] … always hopes, always perseveres.” (1 Corinthians 13:7 NIV) We have our first kiss. We fall in love. We say our vows. And then, we find out that all that “in sickness and in health, ‘til death do us part” stuff is for real. We fight depression and “man” colds, job losses and…
Last fall, I asked a few of my writer friends to share letters to their daughters here on the blog. Their heartfelt and vulnerable words for their little (and grown-up) girls inspired and uplifted me. These Dear Daughter letters encouraged me as a mom, as a motherless daughter, and as a believer. Today, I’m sharing…
I am honored to share this week’s “Dear Daughter” letter guest post from my Southern soul sister, Lauren McMinn. She wrote it to her nine-month-old baby girl, Ada. Dear Daughter, How are you already 9 months old? My bundle of love, joy, and laughter. Hungry for life and exploration. You keep me on my toes all day…
