Peace for those with Empty Arms (Unforced Rhythms Linkup)

Empty arms carry some of the heaviest weight. Maybe it’s Distance. Divorce. Depression. Deployment. Death. A relationship unreconciled. A wound unhealed. A longing unfulfilled. Maybe your hole is left from a dream that never came true. Or the one that ended before you were ready. Oh, my friend, I have…

Why a Manger? (the part of the Christmas story I missed for 40 years)

Sugar-free for 63 days, and I have reached the bargaining stage of my grieving its loss. Creeping as close as I can to its boundary. Nibbling the edges of sobriety by wondering if allowing myself the crumbs of something sweet would send me back to Day 1. Wanting my cake.…

For When a Flicker Lights a Way for Hope to Come (Word of the Week)

Longing for a word from The Word to guide me through the week, I come before Him expectantly. He leads me through a labyrinth of anticipation. Of yearning. Of hopefulness. Of waiting. Of Advent. The Coming of all our hearts long for. Both those things of which we are quite…