Guest post by Dena Yohe Over ten years ago, my husband and I started a ministry to brokenhearted parents. A mom whose child almost died sent me an email one day: “As a parent, getting the news that your child is gravely (and perhaps mortally) injured is life altering. I had…
Few of us in the first world culture starve ourselves of regular meals. Feeding our cravings has evolved into an art form. If we allow ourselves to experience a lapse between indulgences, Americans address physical pangs of hunger and thirst with religious urgency. Modern media now offers more priority to nurturing…
Father's Day encourages us to celebrate the men who raise children in our world. For those who've lost or never experienced a nurturing dad, the holiday can prove bittersweet or even bitter. Some fathers face this day with grief, as they've lost children to death or estrangement. Those without the…
The second Sunday of June marks National Abused Women and Children Day. On one hand, I'm glad we acknowledge those who've suffered in secret for at least one day. Despite licensure as a therapist and years of experience with victims, I wasn't aware this day existed. Perhaps we all could…
I confess I haven't followed the Game of Thrones or Vikings series. The recent fervor of this final season hasn't swept me in since I've missed too many episodes to care. Regardless of the indifference toward the plot outcome, one aspect of the cult-followed world enraptures me. The optics of…
Orchid blooms bowed toward me as I circled the aisle. I selected a tall beauty with gorgeous, snowy blooms. The horticulturalist grinned as she helped me take the plant down from its perch. "This is a good one. See, the flowers haven't all opened yet." As we began the transaction,…
The Myth of Purpose and Balance as Opposites Purpose and balance messages scream at us from media platforms, as if the concepts battle to win allegiance to one lifestyle or the other. One camp urges us to do more and thus be more. Get busy and hustle. The opposition insists we…
Yellow and white blooms wilted under the blood moon. Their papery remnants clung to the vine until autumn's breeze tore them away. For a day or two, the evidence of fallen beauty littered gardens across the countryside. Within the base of those flowers who had used their season to pollinate beyond…
Welcome to my writing loft. Feel free to glance through the archives and check out a few devotional posts. I'm taking a break from the norm to participate in a blog tour. This event invites readers onto a cross-country cybertrain, in which they meet new authors and taste fresh posts. Grab a cup…