I was depressed. Trapped by hopelessness and despair, I could see no way out. My guilt intensified because I was growing a baby within my body, a tiny person trapped inside me, feeling my every emotion, floating in a noxious bath of misery. Why did you send this baby to me, God, only for me to taint before he is…
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“It’s time Jenny. I have peace,” my friend said over the phone. I could barely understand her as the words struggled past her lips. Yet, I meticulously pieced together the halting syllables as her message collided into my heart. She invited me to walk with her through a trauma too monstrous for either of us to bear. I felt tossed…
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I was exhausted: physically, emotionally, and spiritually depleted of joy and hope. I just needed a break, somehow to find rest in the midst of around-the-clock demands. Guilt and regret plagued my conscience. I said “yes” to a call from the Lord, but now it was a burden. As the sun rose each morning, I felt far from the mercies…
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The melodious sonnet by popular country band Rascal Flatt, God Bless the Broken Road, was the first song my husband and I danced to on our wedding day. On that happy October day, we swayed back and forth, content in one another’s arms. We had both traveled down the cobblestones of a past marred by brokenness before meeting each other, and during our first…
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