hope

You Are Priceless

We protect what costs us the most. Consider a great piece of art like the Italian painter Caravaggio’s Conversion of Saint Paul. In this oil painting, light bursts through chaotic darkness and rests on a blinded Saul. It’s valued as high as $100 million and kept safely in a private collection. Jackson Pollock’s Number 5, an abstract with brown and yellow drips across a background of grays [Read more...]

Created for Home

“I have long wondered if home is the place from which we come or the place we are headed.” ~Christie Purifoy Ten years ago, my husband and I packed our belongings into a moving truck and headed home. With my two small children peeking at me through the rearview mirror, I had a settledness in my soul. I drove the familiar, tree-lined highway back to the mountain where I was raised with plans [Read more...]

How to Find Hope in the Remembering

Some of my most valuable possessions are in a plastic box with a snap top. It sits on a shelf in my garage surrounded by Christmas decorations, out-of-season clothes, and old VHS tapes. As I prepared to clean out the garage last week, I pulled my treasure chest off the shelf. Because it’s stuffed full, the top opened with a pop. There, tumbling out, came three-ring binders, spiral notebooks, [Read more...]

Life is a Mess (But You’ve Got the Moxie to Handle It)

I’m writing this post from the surgical waiting room. I have two family members in ICU in two different hospitals today. My kids start back to school this week–three kids, three different schools. We’ve got “meet the teachers” and back to school bashes, fingernails to paint, lunches to pack. I have a list of work and home projects that need my attention. I’m [Read more...]

6 Prayers When You Can’t See the Road Ahead

I learned how to drive on the backroads of a small mountain town. Some of the roads were sophisticated with painted lines. Others were the simple tar-and-gravel variety with loose rocks and vague boundaries. The curves were sharp and the shoulders narrow. Wild animals crept from the boundaries of the woods, and the domesticated variety broke free from their fences. I remember rounding a curve [Read more...]

God Doesn’t Waste Time

“I wish I were already a grown-up,” my ten-year-old daughter said. “Then I could actually be all the things I want to be.” She looked out the window of the car, her blue eyes longing to see every dream come true. A chef, a mother, a teacher, Commander in Chief. Her vision for the future changes with each turn of the calendar page. She looks ahead at what could be, what will be. As she [Read more...]

The Powerful Connection between Pain and Hope

As an Occupational Therapist, I deal with other people’s pain daily. As soon as the introductions are over, I ask about pain levels. “Do you hurt anywhere? On a scale of one-to-ten, how much pain are you in? Describe your pain.” Most people I encounter are in some kind of pain, so much so that I sometimes become numb to pain. When chronic pain hits someone you love, it is both heartbreaking [Read more...]

10 Powerful Truths to Fight Financial Discouragement

For anyone living check-to-check, nothing lifts the spirits like payday. In the days leading up to payday, we bite our nails as we check our shrinking account balances. The minute the direct deposit hits, we can breathe a sigh of relief. Margin feels good after living so close to the red line. That’s why they call it breathing room, right? And for anyone living check-to-check, nothing can [Read more...]

The Gift that Promises Forever

It wasn’t the gift I expected, but it promised forever. On our second Christmas as a couple, I held a secret wish in my heart as I sat beneath the Christmas tree. David and I planned to walk the aisle in August of the coming year. In my mind, Christmas seemed like the ideal time for the question and the ring. I opened my gift, a rectangular-shaped box wrapped in thick red paper. Inside the [Read more...]

The Carol of Traveling Sounds

“At Christmas, all roads lead home.” ~Marjorie Holmes The sound of travel thrills me. My earliest memory of this auditory obsession dates back to the early 80’s. I remember walking up and down the dirt drive in front of my grandparents’ old chicken house just to hear the gravel crunch beneath my Jordache sneakers. Besides listening to my grandmother read, it was my favorite thing to do at [Read more...]