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Joy that cannot be stolen from you — a new study with Suzie
My marathon-running husband's unexpected heart attack. A deep loss. Cancer for the second time. Three surgeries (one in the midst of this book release). A pandemic. Fighting, debates, and so much hope for change and yet uncertainty . . . Okay, friends, let’s be real. This...
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When reaching for the silver lining isn’t the best move
I’m a half-cup full girl. I almost always (like every single time) reach for the silver lining. There’s so much good in that, but the downside to eternal optimism is that sometimes a person just needs space to say she’s sad. She needs to...
Borrowed strength
When I ask friends how they are doing during the pandemic, the answers are all over the board. Some are doing fine. Others are struggling. Some have lost so much. How are you, friend, as you read this today? How are you holding up? I truly want to...
You are never, ever alone. . . (a story I’ve held onto until now)
One day I sat in the CCU near Richard’s bed. The machines whirring. Fluid from his chest going into a large glass container near his bed. I was exhausted. Earlier that week I found out I had cancer again. Three days later he had a massive...
What love isn’t
Hey friend, can we talk? Just you and me, sitting across from each other. Our hot steaming cups between us. Jesus asked us to love one another. In fact, he took it a step further. He asked us to love each other the way he loved us. In a faith that...
When you have your cranky pants on
In today’s More Than Small Talk podcast, we discuss how hard it is to disagree with someone we like. Yet there are times the person we are disagreeing with is. . . ourselves. This is an old entry from one of my prayer journals. This is what I...
Handling ALL the feelings of COVID-19
I don’t usually feel anxious, but I’m grappling with ALL the feelings from this virus. I’m trying to be safe. I’m concerned about my parents. I’m fielding questions from my own kids. I'm thinking about those who are vulnerable, wishing I could...