“What happened to your leg?” Strangers ask me this weekly, if not daily. I became an amputee two weeks before my ninth birthday, and even after twenty-one years, it’s still a hard question to answer. Not because I struggle with what happened, but because the questioner is usually looking for a short answer like cancer,…
A year ago, I wrote the first post on this site, welcoming all of you to a virtual table, a safe place to be seen and heard and known. You responded, and we grew. This week, as we celebrate a year of sharing stories, a year of encouragement and vulnerability and grace, with a series…
“Oh what we would be if we stopped carrying the remains of who we were.” ~Tyler Knot Gregson When I boarded a train in New York to attend college in Dallas, I had two pieces of luggage and two days of travel before me. The unknown seemed as vast as the plains that stretched from…
During college, I worked as an orientation leader for two consecutive years. I spent the summers before and after graduation working eighteen-hour days. It was the hardest work I’ve ever done. We lived and worked on campus, and our coworkers were our roommates. It felt like there was no escape. We cried together and because…
I lasted three hours in the car, blinking back tears, before I finally gave in and let them pour down my cheeks. The interstate miles ticked by on the odometer, and I couldn’t stop the sadness in my heart from overflowing. Earlier that morning, I’d hugged and kissed my parents goodbye, ready to depart for…
As far back as I can remember, my deepest desire in life was to be the best mother possible. When I came to know the Lord at fifteen, I was convinced God would enable me to fulfill that desire. I believed that when I had children, he would cocoon each one and keep them safe….