Blogging Through the Seasons

Jagged, broken. More than my hands can hold. Enough pieces to know that some are missing. That’s how my heart felt and still feels—when I can feel something at all. I want to cling to each wonderful memory of my mother, but my white-knuckled grip cuts gashes into...

Being a mother is something I had desired and dreamed of since I was a little girl. When I had my first child 14 years ago, it was one of the happiest moments in my life. My son was such a blessing at a time when everything else seemed to be falling apart....

My world shattered. The moment seared into memory. The pain still felt. February has become a very difficult month for me. The feelings start creeping up on me as early as January. I start to become more irritable and distant. My heart and soul still shattered, my...

I spent my childhood in a troubled home. As the eldest, I often gathered my siblings into a room to protect them from the abuse my mother suffered at the hands of my stepfather. All I knew to do was to call the police. Though I longed for these events to be few and...

At every turn, I have not always responded to God’s leading. I reflect on the passage from Isaiah 48:17 (CEB), “I am the Lord your God who teaches you for your own good, who leads you in the way you should go.” I believe that God had to do a bit of pushing and shoving...

Ask the birds and they will tell you. Seek and ye shall find. Do not conform… but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Growing up in the Seventh-day Adventist Church, I absorbed a certain fear of the Book of Revelation. And I think that’s the reputation of the...