Reopening My Box of Hope

Reopening My Box of Hope

Wouldn’t it be amazing if, during our darkest hour, we could reach under our bed and open up a box of hope? A “box of hope” could be a figurative thing that we reach inside ourselves or out to God to find. But sometimes you need something more. Sometimes you need a literal box of hope. And that is just what I created for myself during my darkest hour.

Noise

Noise

Life is a noisy place.  It often feels imposible to escape the noise of life. The traffic, the talking, the hum of electronic devices, cell phone rings, music blaring,  Aside from the noise pollution, there’s even light pollution   So many places there is so...
Mother’s Day Tribute

Mother’s Day Tribute

I share a special relationship with my mom, but it hasn’t always been that way, and it hasn’t always been easy. Growing up I didn’t feel I was loved unconditionally by either of my parents, but especially not by my mom.  It’s strange looking...