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Happy Heavenly Birthday, Grandma
Today I celebrate the life of a woman whose love, faith, and quiet strength left a lasting imprint on my heart. On July 26, my grandma would have celebrated another birthday. She was born in 1898 and passed away in 1986, but not a year goes by that I don’t think of her. Both of my grandparents lived through so much: two World Wars, the Great Depression, the 1918 influenza pandemic, and the…
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On His Birthday, I Find Myself Thinking About Us
As my husband celebrates another birthday, I find myself thinking about something I never understood when I was young: what it truly means to grow old beside the right person. I used to think love was measured by the big moments: the milestones, the celebrations, the memories you can point to and photograph. But marriage has a way of teaching something different. It’s built in the ordinary days…
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The Quiet In-Between: What I Carry That No One Sees
There is a version of life I rarely describe out loud. Not the version people see. Not the version tied to roles, responsibilities, or the parts of life that can be easily explained. But the version that happens entirely inside me. It’s the part of me that is already thinking before the day fully begins. Before I even get moving, my mind is already going through what needs to be done, what might…
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My Declaration of Dependence
Every Fourth of July, I look forward to the fireworks. There’s something about watching the night sky burst with color that never gets old. As a little girl, it was all about the excitement. As I’ve gotten older, it has become a reminder to pause and reflect on what freedom really means. This year feels especially meaningful as our country celebrates 250 years since the birth of our…
A Daughter’s Reflection on Fatherhood
On this Father’s Day, my heart keeps returning to a kind of fatherhood that doesn’t always match the perfect pictures people post. My parents divorced when I was young. I was only five or six when it became final. Mama raised me on her own, and I saw my daddy during visits when he’d come get me. My stepmother was there too, and thankfully, very loving. Those times were special, even if they were…
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Counting What Counts
Gratitude isn’t always loud. Sometimes it shows up in quiet noticing. Some mornings, I wake up, and my mind goes straight to what’s still broken. What’s still unresolved? What still hasn’t worked itself out? And then something in me shifts. Maybe it’s the coffee. Maybe it’s the light coming through the window just right. Or maybe it’s God gently drawing my attention back to what’s still good,…
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The Smells and Sounds of Childhood
I was always hungry as a little girl. Not the kind of hungry a snack fixes. The kind that settles into your bones when you’re small and poor and there’s not much in the refrigerator. So when I think back to the smells of my childhood, the first one that finds me isn’t café con leche or a pot of arroz con pollo bubbling on a Sunday afternoon. It’s a hot dog. Frying. In the middle of the…
Honoring the Fallen: A Memorial Day Tribute
Memorial Day is a time to remember and honor the brave men and women who gave their lives in service to our nation. Today, we especially honor the memory of my husband’s uncle, who made the ultimate sacrifice while serving his country. He was only 27 years old. He died when his aircraft was shot down. His courage, devotion, and selflessness will never be forgotten. Behind every gravestone is…
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A Daughter's Reflection
Mama: She wasn’t the kind of woman people called strong. She didn’t command a room or always make the wisest choices. She didn’t have the steady confidence I sometimes envied in other mothers. My mama was flawed in ways that showed. Tender in places where life had been anything but gentle. And somehow, without either of us planning it, I became the strong one. I stepped into that role way too…
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When God Says No
There was a season in my life where I kept praying for the same thing. I thought if I just kept praying, if I kept believing, God would fix it. I believed He would change the situation.That things would turn around. I didn’t understand why; out of everything, why not this? From where I stood, it made sense.It didn’t feel wrong.It felt good… worth fighting for. People say in moments like…
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Reflections From My Heart
From my heart to yours, For more than ten years, I’ve been pouring out pieces of my life right here. Some posts came from deep pain, others from quiet gratitude or hard-won lessons. To my humble surprise, a few of them have kept drawing readers year after year, long after I first hit “publish.” These are the posts that have touched the most hearts over time. They talk about real struggles—loss,…
Still Choosing You: 32 Years Later
Thirty-two years ago, (and after three years of dating), I stood in a mid-length off-white dress and said, “I do.” I had no idea that God was giving me my greatest second chance. At the time, I believed the twists in my life had run their course. You know my story, babe. Life hasn’t been a straight path for me. It’s felt more like going in circles, running into things I never saw coming. Grit…
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It's Friday, but Sunday's Coming!
Full Transcript: It’s Friday.Jesus is praying.Peter’s a sleeping.Judas is betraying.But Sunday’s comin’. It’s Friday.Pilate’s struggling.The council is conspiring.The crowd is vilifying.They don’t even knowThat Sunday’s comin’. It’s Friday.The disciples are runningLike sheep without a shepherd.Mary’s crying.Peter is denying.But they don’t knowThat Sunday’s a comin’. It’s Friday.The Romans…
It's Friday, but Sunday's Coming!
Full Transcript: It’s Friday.Jesus is praying.Peter’s a sleeping.Judas is betraying.But Sunday’s comin’. It’s Friday.Pilate’s struggling.The council is conspiring.The crowd is vilifying.They don’t even knowThat Sunday’s comin’. It’s Friday.The disciples are runningLike sheep without a shepherd.Mary’s crying.Peter is denying.But they don’t knowThat Sunday’s a comin’. It’s Friday.The Romans…
Grace Under Pressure
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Texas or Bust
After our move from Denver to Miami, we settled into a duplex apartment. The small amount of money we had saved quickly dwindled. Donny couldn’t find steady work, and my waitressing tips barely kept us afloat. Six months later: “Pack your bags; we’re moving,” Donny announced out of the blue. “What? Another move? Where to now?” I wailed and braced for the answer. “The Lone Star State, he…
My precious son, today on your birthday, I lift you up with gratitude and faith. I am thankful for who you are. I am just as grateful for who you are becoming. I’ve watched you grow in ways that still amaze me. You have learned strength not by pretending you have none, but by recognizing your weaknesses and facing them anyway! Lord, thank You for making him brave enough to face his giants. Thank…
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