This Season of Advent
We bundled up against the cold, early morning. In the darkness, Monroe drove us down the forest road, winding with expectation. We...
When You Know the Name of Your Enemy
For six years, Monroe and I have been wanting to have another baby. In the midst of this time, we have seen four different doctors. On...
It's Friday but Sunday's Coming
The weight of the world on His shoulders. All the pain, the suffering, carrying all of our sins, the burden of all my sins, heavily...