My mother’s daughter

I’ll be honest – I haven’t trusted much in God’s sovereignty. I have to explain: this has everything to do with my mother. When my mom was in her twenties, she was a full-time missionary. She spoke in churches all over the South. She wanted to be the next Elizabeth Eliot, sharing the gospel, writing … Continue reading My mother’s daughter

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Walking on Water

It was the summer of 2014 and I was grieving. I was grieving my mess. I tend to make a mess of things. Children that come from a background of abuse usually make a mess of things. When we get scared, we push boundaries. We push to see how far we can go before you … Continue reading Walking on Water