My Daughter Chose Joy

My daughter Elli loved to laugh. Her smile brightened the earliest morning and the starkest exam room. With the help of her beloved Veggie Tales videos or favorite music, she would smile through injections, repeated attempts to place an I.V. into her veins, painful...

Letters to the Wounded, From the Wounded

(This is the seventh part in a series. Click the links to read the rest of the series: One – Going Back to the Beginning,  Two – Stuck Between Two Horses, Three – The Wrong God, Four – Stepping Stones and a Crossroads, Five – Of...

Letter to a Grieving Parent

Oh my friend. My heart breaks that you find yourself here, where I have walked and wept. Every hour I lift you and your family in prayer, pleading with God to pour out grace and strength and rest over you. I was so encouraged by the outpouring of support for you and...

Sometimes I Have To Suck It Up and Say I Was Wrong

Since writing recently about being in-between, re-examining what I believe to be true about God and the world, and rejecting certain forms of religion, the following story has Not. Left. Me. Alone. (You can find it in the Bible, in the gospel of Luke, chapter 18,...

“As long as it’s healthy”

Have you ever said that? I’m pretty sure I did before Elli was born. We didn’t find out whether she was a boy or a girl and we’d say “I’m not hoping for either one, just so long as the baby is healthy.”What a terrible thing to...