Her name was Lorna. She was full of vitality and lived life with abandonment. She was beautiful, grace-filled and loved her family relentlessly. Bold, fierce, passionate, soft and incredibly humble. Lorna was teeny tiny in stature but a grande giant in character.

I believe in living a life of gratitude. I absolutely know that it’s important to look around you and to be thankful for the things that you have.

The weird thing about publishing my first book and shutting down my church in the same week, is that it feels like the doctor gave me an arm I have been waiting my entire life for but in the same breath told me that he had to cut off my leg.

They were devastated. The men walked in silence as they made their way to Emmaus. Their hearts were breaking and they knew that their lives would never again be the same. Jesus had just been brutally crucified.


Do you have a goal that’s just burning so hot in your chest that you can hardly breathe? Do you need a breakthrough that will change your whole entire life?

Have you ever heard of the computer tech guy saying, “Have you tried turning it off and on again?” to a frantic customer who calls in about a computer not acting right?? There is even a show on the television whose signature is this very question because it’s about some guys who are set in an office that fixes computers.

Every year, I decide on a new word that will depict the coming year for me. I think about it a lot. I pray about it and I take into account my own personal journey of life

I was that person that got mad at you if you didn’t treat me right going through the till. I was the one that let you know swiftly if my coffee wasn’t hot enough. I was that person who honked at the cars that cut me off – not to let them know that I was there but to let them know that I was super angry at them.

When I was a little girl, I suffered greatly from anxiety attacks. Debilitating fear was never very far away from me. Traveling in the car was my worst nightmare.

I gazed at the twinkling lights on my Christmas tree and with a sudden pang realized that it would be the first Christmas tree that Jer and I had ever ever had that his Dad would not see. It was a strange thought that hit me out of nowhere. Not that our tree was much different than any of the other years – a couple more ornaments, but the same theme.