My Darkest Hour

There I sat. Confused, in shock, devastated.  It had been confirmed a few hours prior that my son's heartbeat had stopped beating in my womb. Why? How? I fell to my knees, cried, sobbed, pleaded with this God I had blindly turned to my whole life and just cried out "why?". I am not sure … Continue reading My Darkest Hour


Hope in a world of Hate.   Hate over each other, hate over ourselves.  How do we find hope when the world seems relentless to deal us a bad hand or a difficult day.  How do we feel hope when we see so much injustice, hurt and tension on the news, at our schools and in … Continue reading Hope