I’ve found it difficult to write lately. My writers block is a defense mechanism. Shielding me from the feelings that stream through my fingertips as I write. The new year. The snow. The cold. They all paint a picture of a moment that is etched into my life, yet one I would so desperately like … More Follow Me
When you picture heaven, what do you see? Golden gates? Rainbows? Angels? After January 16, 2013, I envision it looks like this: In the few short weeks since my Dad has passed away, my boys and I have had several conversations of Heaven and Jesus. My boys are 5 and 2. They were so fortunate … More Does Jesus Like Pickles?