When my son, Josiah, was three, he often said, "I so proud" after catching one of us doing something "good". I can still hear his raspy voice sputtering those words. Sweet words. Sweet boy.
"I'm proud of you" is a blessing...
Have you suffered stinging rejection from a dear friend?
A few years ago, I received an email containing the following words: "You haven't been there for me in the ways I've needed. You've let me down, and I'm not sure I...
Last week, an amazing woman in my life named Keri lost her fifteen-year-old son, Seth. He was a remarkable young man. Keri was sold out for her boy, and my heart bleeds for her.
How can I help?
Many years ago, a...
How does friendship, deep friendship, exist amid chaotic schedules and seasons of struggle?
I wish I had a tidy answer.
For me, friendship is a little messy. Actually, it's messy in my world, period. I wrestle, wondering: If my friends mean so...
“A friend loves at all times.” {Proverbs 17:17, NKJV}
“I know you’re depressed; don’t try to deny it. I’ll be praying for you; call me if you need me. Or call someone.”
Tossing the phone, I crumpled to the floor. Crushed by...