Category: Faith

I was sitting in a terminal of Chicago Midway airport, surrounded by throngs of people preparing to visit family, take a vacation, or travel for work, when I had an unremarkable epiphany. God cares about every…single…soul…here. Every one. Not only that, He cares about every thought, feeling, worry, prayer, experience, heartache, and fear of every…single…soul…here.…

I’m kind of at my wits’ end with Christmas lists. Are there things we’d like? Sure. Are there things we need? Not so much. But still we go through the process every year of looking through catalogs, daydreaming, and scrolling to find just those additional things to fill our house to (over)capacity. So why then…

I heard a song recently and one line particularly stuck with me. It said, “sometimes pain’s the only way that we can learn.” Maybe that’s true. I found my true self on April 6, 2009, lying flat on the floor sobbing for the life of my child. But what if that hadn’t happened? What if…

We were not meant to have a mediocre life. We were meant to live a radical, blessed, edgy, open, screaming about the love of Jesus life. I’ve heard people sometimes being referred to as an onion, and even in the movie The Blind Side, Leigh Anne and Michael are each referred to as onions, where…

It was like that reminder, the one that you stumble upon when you weren’t even looking for it. My friends and I (to say that, it sounds so simple)…. Well, my friends and I the friends that I never knew that I’d have the friends from far-flung places who would have never crossed my path…

What item of yours would make you almost pass out of you lost it? Or what about if you left it in the waiting room of a hospital and went home? Or if you left it sitting on the floor of a building lobby, next to a display cabinet, and spent the next hour having…

I was watching a TV show the other night where a mom had been kidnapped. The kidnappers wanted information from her and they were torturing her to get it. It struck in my mind the analogy to Christians who are tortured for their faith either in the past, like in the Bible, or presently in…

Sometimes it is difficult to know exactly what Case understands and what he doesn’t. But tonight, I wanted to catch his full eyes and see if he could really intake and comprehend that I love him and that God loves him. And then, I said “Case, who made you?” He smiled and clapped and yelled,…

I had planned a thoughtful post, filled with the revelations I’ve been seeing lately, but to be honest, I am tired. I sit here after midnight, which is not unusual, looking at piles of paper for IEP meetings, taxes, e-mails and calls to be returned, paperwork for doctors to sign, and Case’s infusion and neurosurgery…