Some days the darkness overwhelms me. A 22-month old with stage-4 cancer. A friend who scoured for a job for 26 months with no response. A mom whose post-partum depression leaves her a shell of a human despite the medication. I lift their names in prayer, but my heart...
Sitting in my office, I can hear the soft, rustling sounds emerging from a nearby room. My beloved husband, Leif, and our stellar office manager, Jessica, speaking in hushed tones. Though I can’t hear specific words, I know what they are whispering about… Me. That low...
