Have you ever considered suicide? I can’t say I’ve been there. Honestly, I’m too chicken to take my own life. But I have wrestled with similar thoughts: “I wish I were dead. I don’t want to go on.” “It would be better for everyone if I were gone.” “I’m too tired to go on. I have no desire to live… Read More
Let’s be clear. There is no glory in prolonged grief. There is no reward for the one who grieves the hardest or longest. Even when you are grieving over your own sin there is no crown for skipping the dance and remaining in your mourning clothes. Jesus is well acquainted with grief and is a sweet comfort in our time… Read More
Sometimes I spend so much time thinking about something…mulling it over, worrying about it, investigating it, even talking out loud about it…that I feel like I’ve surely prayed about it. If you were to ask me if I’d prayed about it, I would almost assuredly insist that I had. I did…didn’t I? But I haven’t. I haven’t actually prayed about… Read More
I had anticipated such a magical day when my husband and I took our daughter Abby and our son Daniel to visit my alma mater during the Christmas holidays. I had purchased four tickets to the University of Georgia vs. Clemson men’s basketball game (we all four love college hoops!), checked online to see if my favorite greasy spoon diner was still in operation and… Read More
My very first memory must be from about 3 or 4 years old. I was running down the street on which we lived, my daddy close behind me, and I tripped. I lurched forward to land on my knees and elbows. Beyond that, all I remember is my daddy picking me up, soothing me and rushing me back to our… Read More
Quite honestly I was still licking my own wounds when I heard about hers. And my wounds had been inflicted by her words, her careless treatment of my family and her unfounded attack on my husband’s character. But when my husband received the phone call telling him about the distress she was in, he did what he always does. He… Read More