We Are Different

Our resident three-year-old alarm clock sounded at the usual and appointed time this morning—5:45 am sharp.  “Maaama…Daaddyy!  Can I get up?”  My elbow jabbed my husband’s side in my non-verbal way of saying, “It’s your turn.”  He turned toward the clock mentioning the time, as he sat up swinging his legs to the floor. “Have … More We Are Different

A Heart To See

By: Ginger Hughes I’m not sure what she saw when she looked at me. There were no tears. My eyes were no longer swollen or red-rimmed. I was simply standing at the door of the intensive care unit, eyes downcast, waiting for my cousin to join me there. I glanced up once and saw her … More A Heart To See

You Are Not Alone

“It’s going to be okay.” When I heard these words, I felt the relief pour over me, washing away so much of the fear.  I was a new mom and fear gripped my heart in those days. When our little girl was born just shy of three weeks early, all was well.  She was healthy, … More You Are Not Alone

Keep It In The Road

“Alright Sister…we’ll talk soon, but until then, keep it in the road.  Love ya,” he said.  “I will…love you too,” I replied, pushing the end button, and flipping the phone closed.  My headlights shone brightly ahead, pressing the darkness back, as I rounded the last curve before home.  I pulled into the driveway and walked … More Keep It In The Road

Immanuel Is Enough

A letter from my heart to yours on this Christmas Eve. I don’t know where you find yourself today. Maybe this is the year you celebrate new life. There are tiny boxes full of tiny onesies underneath the tree, and though you’re sleep deprived, your heart is as full as it’s ever been. Perhaps this … More Immanuel Is Enough

Dear Younger Me:

It’s hard to believe that I’m sitting here staring 40 in the eye.  I never thought this day would arrive so soon, but here I am.  As I sit here contemplating this turn of another year, I’ve begun to wonder what I’d tell my younger self if I had the opportunity.  Here are a few … More Dear Younger Me: