Memory Monday: Week 8

His feet rested next to mine on the stool between us as we sat in the quiet of our front porch. I know the danger of not being in scripture when my heart is overwhelmed and so I have pressed in to the worn pages of my Bible. But in this space, I whispered to … Continue reading Memory Monday: Week 8

He Called Me Daughter

There was never any question. The moment I said I do up in front of that church, I not only became the wife of my husband, I became the daughter of his father.   To my bruised and fragile heart, it came as a healing balm.   For eight years, I was honored to carry that … Continue reading He Called Me Daughter