When the doctor told me my son’s life might be in danger, I didn’t have to think about my next step. A nurse came in and put an oxygen mask over my face to keep me from hyperventilating and I motioned for my husband to sign the consent form. Natural childbirth wasn’t an option. Even though I hadn’t met my son face to face, his life was worth the risk. The features of his face were still a mystery and I hadn’t heard his first cry, but I knew him. I knew his heartbeat. I knew he got the Continue Reading
If You Doubt Whether the World Needs Your Voice
My son’s face spelled frustration. He tried to get his classmate’s attention as we left the birthday party, but skating rink noise drowned his voice. After he called her name several times with no response, he gave up. “It’s loud in here, buddy,” I said, trying to reassure him. And it was. I practically ran to get out into the sunshine after two hours of musty air, loud bass and sticky floors. But I also knew he felt defeated. For better or worse, he inherited my quiet demeanor and his Continue Reading
When the Accuser Won’t Leave You Alone
I used to think once I reached a certain point in my walk with Jesus, all my insecurities would melt away. In my mind, I would become sort of like non-stick cookware. Each lie and accusation the enemy tried to throw at me would slide off, and I’d never give them a second thought. Unfortunately, I’m learning the complete opposite is true. The bolder we become and the more we seize God's call on our lives, the more our enemy wants to derail us. He will stop at nothing to distract, thwart God’s Continue Reading
