The Story of Me, Part II

2006. Not the best year of my life. I was dealing with multiple losses. Broken relationships. Broken expectations. Broken dreams. I was drowning in sorrow. And it seemed like no one knew it. I tried to let it out bits at a time and, more often than not, people would pat me on the back,…

Discipleship at Capacity

Excuse me. Pardon me. Can I just get by you? Sorry! Tight squeeze! I heard these phrases a lot last week at the Women’s Retreat. We were in a hotel suite, with oodles of tables, food, supplies and sixty of my closest friends. The hotel assured the planners of the retreat that the suite could…