Not knowing if I was going to live or die for over 20 consecutive days fundamentally changed me in ways that are hard to express. Even now, almost a year later, I find myself surprised at how deeply the entire experience impacted me, my perception of life, my values, and my connection to others.
My Story, My Song
This is where I share my journey—the messy, the vulnerable, the honest. From navigating Long COVID to bariatric surgery, from learning to hear God's voice to discovering my identity in Christ, these are the stories that shape who I am. My hope is that in reading my story, you'll find courage to walk your own, knowing you're not alone and God is faithful in every season.
Glorious Pee Fountain
Did the picture get your attention? This, dear friends, is an external female urinary collection device. Rather than describe how it fits, I’ll show you a picture… I called it a “banana” because it looked like one and it made talking about it a little easier. It does just what it looks like, curves between…
The Audacity of Youth
I’m a side-sleeper, sometimes back but not stomach. Nothing about sleeping on my stomach is comfortable for me. So, when nurses told me that I should try spending more time on my stomach than on my side or back, I said the “obvious” – “I can’t get comfortable on my stomach.” I was not outright…
Shame, Embarrassment, and Panic
This is my site so I’m not going to pull any punches. Some of the stories I’m going to share in this series on “The Stories We Tell,” won’t be pretty. Many of them will probably hurt more in the writing than in the reading. Some will be funny later but aren’t funny today. Still,…
Grandma and Kale
Telling the right story is important. Have you ever thought about that? I just started writing a new book about the story of the Kingdom and as I was thinking through what would be included in the book, I started thinking about stories we tell ourselves and situations where I, or someone I know, has…
Action: Responding to that “Feeling”
I’ve been thinking a lot about compassion, action, and responding to the voice of God. Fear of Being Wrong When I first gave my life to the Lord in 1998, I was extremely responsive to His voice. I trusted that I heard Him, and I did or said what I felt He was leading me…