Welcome to a moving, powerful conversation with my friend Tina Akridge! Tina has journeyed through impossible circumstances (a health crisis, the loss of her husband, children who have battled addiction and wandering) to discover that God remained and sustained her through it all. Tina and I chat about what it’s like to be painfully shy, the perpetual new girl, and …
Today, the enemy really wants to stop my chat with the lovely Alisha Bozarth…the first fifteen minutes of our chat disappeared, but we managed to save the rest! Alisha is a writer, mom, and grief survivor since losing her precious husband Kyle several years ago. Alisha and I talk through the emotions of grief, how to accept our weaknesses, Alisha’s …
Life is a strange thing…a series of failures and successes. Of shattered assumptions and stars eclipsed by clouds. You think your spouse would never betray you. And then they do. You believe your children would never willingly shred your heart in half. And then they do. The trusted friend, the one true ally turns away. You lay in your bed, …
Welcome to This is my Story! Today, we get to chat with one of the most talented and uplifting ladies I know…and she has the cutest giggle ever. Say hi to Pepper Basham! On today’s show, Pepper and I talk about raising cool kids, learning to listen, and the pros and cons of traditional versus independent publishing. We chat about …
God’s presence. How I long for it. There are days when I feel nearly desperate for it. For Him. In some ways, it’s an odd longing. Didn’t Jesus already promise He’s with me until the end of the age? (Matt. 28:20) Absolutely. He said His Spirit is living inside me as a deposit of the promises yet to come. (2 …
I stared at the seat I’d occupied in the church choir for nineteen years. End seat, soprano section. No longer. This was the day. I had to do it. It was past time. I swallowed and grabbed my black folder, clutching it to my chest as I marched past the director and plopped next to the empty chair in the …
I sprinted behind my son, attempting to wrap his dripping hair in a towel. Wrestling him out of the bath had worn me out. Wrestling him into pajamas was even more difficult. Now he had broken free and was running down the hall. He squealed in delight as I huffed, “Boy, when I get a hold of you…” We rounded …
Mother’s Day is a day I both cherish and dread. Cherish, because of the sweet bond my three living children and I share. We giggle and play, worship and love. Yet, I also dread this holiday too. Why? Because I have two babies in heaven. I wouldn’t wish them back for anything. (I often tell my audiences that I have …