At His Feet

My mom died. I still can’t quite believe it. Have you seen those movies where a terrible battle has taken place? In the end there is rubble…there is nothing. It’s quiet, bleak, and barren. That’s how it seemed to us. Everything changed that awful Tuesday night. But God. Through it all, God has been withContinue reading “At His Feet”

Pockets of Joy

Pockets of Joy- I have no idea if someone used this phrase around me or if the Holy Spirit just dropped it in my soul, but it resonates with me. I started using it as we planned Mom’s funeral. For while experiencing grief like I’ve never known, I also experienced the sweetest moments of undilutedContinue reading “Pockets of Joy”