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  • I’m looking for her.

    I rounded the cobblestone arch of the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, Scotland and caught my breath at the sight of St. Giles Cathedral. Surprised by my tears, I whisked them away as I walked up the steps and slipped in…

  • Red Dresses

    “Why are red dresses hanging from the trees?” My 12-year-old daughter interrupted her steady stream of chatter as we drove along the tree-lined river downtown. The promising springtime sun glistened in her golden hair as she fingered the edge of…

  • Proverbs 31 Revisited

    Women, how we can compete and compare and criticize: but today, on this Sabbath, we celebrate!O woman of valour, where do we find her?We find her here.We find you here.You are precious and so very cherished. A Woman of Valour,…

  • Will You Be My Mentor?

    The words surprised me. Why would she ask ME? Instantly a list of names, amazing, godly, experienced, dynamic, solid, foundational, older women came to mind. Why wouldn’t she ask them? Perhaps I should suggest one of them to her. Immediately…

  • Where was Cupid?

    As the Dollarstore aisles filled with pink and red and the lines to get in the Hallmark Store wrapped around the building, I couldn’t help but find my mind drift off to the many kinds of Valentine weekends I’ve experienced…

  • Girlfriend, are you lonely?

    A lone text, “I’m struggling.”A phone call, “Today is hard.”A Facebook message, “It’s been a day.” The quiet teen, behind the screen, scrolling through newsfeeds of activity.The busy working woman, beige file folders spilling over her desk.The smiling young mother,…

  • I’ve Been Gifted Today

    I woke up this morning, foggy with sleep but keenly aware that today was October 25th. I whispered in the darkness “thank you for today”. I won’t miss a minute of gratitude today: My husband singing around the house while…

  • Rise Up! It’s Coronation Day!

    I sat on the blue printed picnic blanket in the tree lined park, leaves rimmed golden with Autumn’s breath dancing along with the children giggling and running around me. I laughed at the text message in my hand…my friends were…

  • Are Those Tears on my Cheeks?

    The quiet waves of hysterectomy. My vision clouds with the pressing darkness of remembering there was no reprieve, no cycle to prepare for, just an outgoing drain of life, an ongoing battle to push through. I'm lost recalling the struggle…

  • Heirloom: When God Doesn’t Do What You Think He Will

    The painter sat on the linoleum floor that sunny Wednesday morning, a black garbage bag spread out under the freshly stripped kitchen chair. Slow, deep, breathing could be heard in the kitchen as the canister was tipped back and forth…