It sounded like a war cry. I heard it as I lay on my acupuncturist’s table earlier this week. I felt a literal crack and something shift in my being. All I saw was blackness and darkness, which scared me. I started to say under my breath and then a little more loudly, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. I … More Hope for stuck places
In the quiet of early morning, sitting in the light of my Christmas tree I am so drawn to the wonder of the light shining out of the darkness. For me it is what the composer, John Sullivan Dwight, of O Holy Night wrote “a thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices for yonder breaks … More Who is this Christmas Gift?
I had a dream Thursday night and as I was journaling it Friday morning the title of this blog came to me. It’s making me pretty nervous to be this transparent, but I also know that every time my Heavenly Father has asked for more transparency on my part, He has used it to touch … More Pregnant with hope