Seven years ago today, I walked into Cottage Hospital of Santa Barbara with a tumor in the ventricles of my brain. I had no clue what lay ahead of me. It was a journey of discovering that God can always be trusted. Seven years ago today, I felt the peace of God wash over me.…
I’ve been thinking a lot about prayer this month. It reminded me of a time when God moved in direct response to a prayer for healing back in 2008. Not for myself, but for a little girl named Daniella. It’s one of my favorite stories where God showed up BIG-time…
Another story from my childhood about Christmas traditions and the Cranberry Tea pot.
A change of scenery is good for the soul, good for your eyes to start seeing the goodness of God again.
The MRI tube. We don’t like each other much. It’s nothing personal, just not a fun place for me to hang out. I'm waiting for the calming voice of my favorite radiology tech--Dan. But today, I'm on my own. What will you do when the familiar voice, the one you rely on isn't around?
Words are powerful—spoken or typed—they spread quickly and can take out reputations and friendships in one fell swoop. If our only response to mean comments is judgment and a quick stab back into cyberspace, then our relational fires will be blazing hot and hard to contain. There is a better way.
Relationships are the true riches in life. How do we find and foster those relationships? For me, it comes down to three things... look around, invest time, and be yourself.
Chocolate can solve all kinds of problems... what about disappointment? Read on to hear the story.
How do we move on after a panic attack? That’s the golden question, or is it? The real question is not how to move on, but what is at the root of the panic attack and how to shift your reaction to a healthier alternative. Read on to discover the three questions to ask yourself after a panic attack.
There’s nothing like a dose of hard work for someone else to realign our perspectives. As a mother, it’s as good as gold to see our children give up their time, and sometimes money, to serve people. I’ve had one of those golden months watching my kids work hard at my grandmother’s house. There’s a…