The fearfully uncomfortable knowing

The fearfully uncomfortable knowing

In the past several years, I’ve written a few posts about my husband’s deceased daughter—a recent mention here. Today, I tell the story about how learning to love the daughter I never met led me to the fearfully uncomfortable acceptance of the cross. The post...
Lead or be led

Lead or be led

Cato lept from his nest bed in the great room, growling, barking, and bellowing. I peered at the digital clock in our bedroom. 3:36 am. Early morning on Maundy Thursday. “There must be something out there,” I said to Keith. “I’ll go check.” Cato raced between me and...