Posts

Broken and Lamenting

It is well with my soul, just not with my head and my heart

Things that knock me down

That’s why we pray...

I learned how to swim

There are no gold stars in grief

Over Rivers, Over Mountains, Through an Ocean of Your Fears

Let's go back...

Tell my story.

I work out... sometimes...but it doesn't mean I do it alone.

I didn't expect this blog to turn out this way, but I am adjusting to it.