Thirsty

I wanted to share a journal entry that washed over me a couple of days ago. My heart aches deeply for our thirsty earth and the parched souls searching desperately for something to satisfy the arid places within. Father, We have never been more thirsty for Your living water! We are searching for it in…

The Intersection of Adventure and Respect

Lately, I have been really struggling to understand my younger son, Michael. He is all things boy. I am all things girl. He speaks blue. I speak pink. We are made different and those differences have made for a festive puberty transition. In my efforts to understand my son, the way he thinks, the way…