When my baby was nine-months-old, I attended a women’s retreat for a day. I bounced my son on my hip and smiled on the outside, yet inwardly I felt like I was drowning. Anxiety and postpartum depression were wreaking havoc in my life. My body ached like that of an eighty-five-year-old, but even worse than that was the deep loneliness…
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In March of this year, just before the world went into quarantine lockdown, I was connected with two ministries in Pakistan that minister to people living in bonded slave labor to brick kiln owners. These people live generation to generation without any hope of freedom because of debts they are trying to pay off. They work tirelessly, sometimes 6 hours…
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Hi Friends, Three years ago, God would ironically use a new home to help me surrender my story to Him. As I sit here writing it’s May and the jacaranda trees are in full bloom. My mind is on home again but there’s contentment. The purple wind-swept blossoms are making a thick path for my tricycle to ride over and…
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Hi Friend, I remember it all started several years ago when a friend brought me some flowers as a thank you for some deed which I have now long forgotten. They were such a lovely simple bouquet of all the same flowers and they lasted and lasted on my coffee table for well over a week. Every single time I…
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Two weeks have passed since the death of George Floyd, and today he has been laid to rest in Houston, Texas. Words fail to adequately describe the grief and frustration over his senseless death. It is yet another painful reminder that a person’s race still determines how they will be treated. Our hearts are with the victim’s families and all…
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