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…
I started blogging in 2009. Back then, I wrote about things like my mother’s decline through early onset Alzheimer’s and my fear of developing the disease. I didn’t worry too much about things like content or site layout or page views because my only readers were people close to me. Yet my blog quickly became…
Ann Voskamp recently wrote, “What you don’t know how to live through—Jesus died for. Where you don’t know how to go on—Jesus already went through. What feels hopeless—is where you meet more Jesus.” Hope is the thread I hang on to as my parents age. It is woven through the fabric of my life whether…