I’m not this girl anymore. But I sure do love her (and her bowl haircut.) If only she knew how worthy of love she is just for who she is. ❤️
Goodbye, loyal soldier.
And So I Pray On…
After my dad died, following three straight months of desperate prayers pleading for his healing, I had a crisis of faith. I felt like I had run full speed into a brick wall. Prayer seemed like a joke.
On Prayer and Helplessness
Some of our best friends found out this week that their four month old baby girl has a brain tumor. Did you get that? Four months old. Brain tumor. Those things shouldn’t even be together in a sentence. I'm sharing my struggle with prayer and helplessness on the Ladies First blog.
