Panic began to sink in as I sat at my desk. An overwhelming, unexplainable dread gripped me from somewhere dark. As quickly as I had settled into my day at 4:30am I was now struck with few words and deadlines that refused to offer mercy. With a reluctant hand I
I recently experienced a loss. I believe loss is subjective. Although some may minimize my experience, it was beyond tragic to me. My heart was broken. I spent a lot of time crying out to God and relying on Him to strengthen me. Although grief, like pain, is subjective, I
“Please don’t let me fall.” This was not a spiritual prayer. It was a physical prayer that I mumbled sincerely nearly 20 times the week leading up to the hike up Pinnacle Mountain and about 75 times as the climb began the following Saturday morning. I had made the hike
Today, love looks different. Yesterday, love looked like you would expect love to look. It looked like shared laughter and similar experiences. It looked like mutually beneficial relationships. It looked fun and romantic. It looked easy. Today, it looks like struggle and sacrifice. I got the text “he died.” That
I don’t know why my mind runs rampant at 2 a.m. It’s a terrifying mystery how quickly I become caught in what feels like a literal roller coaster in my mind. It descends higher and higher and my stomach churns with the expectation of a BIG drop into the abyss
It’s raining. I’m tired. It’s out of the way. I’m too busy. Yes, there were a million reasons not to lace up my running shoes and hit the pavement. It’s easy to list the reasons not to do something uncomfortable but I, being the business gal that I am, have