last week, a storm came…

rain beat down and the winds roared,

rubble buried me.

life turned upside down,

the familiar shifted,

and the lights went out.

when the wind died down

i lifted my head and cried,

“is anything left?”

with tears in my eyes,

i strained to push off debris

and struggled to rise.

surrounded by mess

one thing is still evident:

my foundation stands!


“On Christ, the solid rock, I stand…all other ground is sinking sand, all other ground is sinking sand.” 


My dear girls, 

my dad passed away on Wednesday, July 25, 2018. I prayed for his physical healing from M.S. for over 30 years. Life with him (and for him) was always a struggle. And then he was gone…and the hope of so many dreams with him. the horizon seems stark and bear right now, and i’m not sure what to believe for. 

But…i still sense God’s presence: in His Word, in the hugs and prayers of friends and family, in the love of my husband. As long as He is with me/us, we’re going to be okay.


with love,