• Faith,  Hope,  Pain

    What Does the Bible Say About…

    All right, friends. In my last blog, I said I would read The 5 Love Languages of Children and bring what I learned to the readers of The Salty Sunshine. I apologize; the follow-through on that has to wait. Here’s why: In the last 24 hours, I have read about or witnessed MANY people hurting. These hurts have been shared on Facebook and through texts, phone calls, and emails. The pain being experienced by people in my life is overwhelming. My nursing peers have lost another patient, my friends are struggling with anxiety/depression, and I am reading shared concerns from successful moms who are doubting their abilities and worrying about…

  • Faith,  Fear,  Hope,  Pain,  Prayer

    Even If

    A couple of weeks ago, I had a routine medical test done. The next day, I received a voicemail asking me to call back regarding the test. My heart sank because that’s never a good sign. No one leaves bad news on a voicemail; they always ask you to call back. When I returned the call, the woman told me that the results were slightly questionable and that I needed to schedule for the test to be redone. She assured me that this happens often and that things were most likely fine; however, being human—and a natural worrywart—I wasn’t reassured and immediately started freaking out. The retest was scheduled for…

  • Blog,  Holy Spirit,  Hope,  Pain,  Prayer

    From Desperation to Salvation

    This is probably going to be different from any of my other blogs, and I think that is okay. To be honest, I wasn’t very keen on writing this particular one so soon, as we are still getting to know each other, and one’s testimony can be very raw and vulnerable. However, as I kept pushing this subject out of my mind and brought other topics to the Lord, He impressed upon me that this was the one He wanted me to share. So, in obedience, here I am. Let me start by saying that I do not remember very much of my childhood. And I am not talking about…

  • Holy Spirit,  Hope,  Loss,  Pain

    Reflections of Her

    Over the course of the last year, my three-year-old son has befriended an imaginary person. You may think that doesn’t seem too unusual; I mean, many preschool-aged children go through periods of having an imaginary friend. This, however, is no run-of-the-mill imaginary person. This is the woman my son calls “Grandma.“ “Grandma” sounds like an extraordinary woman, to hear my son talk of her—which is constantly. Initially, my husband and I chalked this up as a temporary phase, and, as most phases go, we didn’t expect this one would last too long. First, we made sure that he wasn’t referencing one of his actual grandmothers, which he assured us he…

  • Blog,  Divorce,  Faith,  Fear,  Hope,  Loss,  Parenting

    Good Grief: Finding Hope At The End Of my Rope…

    As I sit in the cool night air, I am struck by the peace and calm of the insects singing all around me. This night seems to be in stark contrast to many of the nights that appeared to repeat in slight variations over the years. Grief is funny that way, and though I tried my best to ignore it both growing up and as an adult, the sadness of stolen moments just wouldn’t let me go. I know that every human being who has lived any significant amount of time will have experienced grief at some point. It always fascinates me how some people seem to heal quickly with…