Boldly courageous…that was the phrase God gave me one year. It sounded exciting at the time…like a warrior princess. Adventurous and brave. Little did I know what it would entail. Or, what I would learn.
The early morning temperatures were frigid, enough to make me want to stay in bed. Yet I knew if there was anywhere I might sense His presence, where He might see me, it would be in His house.
I half-wondered if the tears would freeze on my cheeks as I drove the deserted roads alone that morning. Pulling my cape around my head and neck to block the wind, I hoped it might shield any onlookers from noticing my blotchy eyes and puffy cheeks as I skirted from the parking lot into the building.
I spotted her as I entered the sanctuary, but diverted my gaze. [more]
Mother’s Day is hard for many. See how a simple letter can heal those dark places in our hearts that are set free when we bring them into the light.