Beautiful by Pain

Some nights when the fighting was too loud for me to sleep, a little bird would chirp outside my window. In the middle of the night. In the dead of winter. And I always knew it was Him. Even as a little girl, I knew Him to be safe. He was safe in the midst of the...

Dear Selah Grace,

You have ended your many adventures for this day. After a few “no’s” and maybe some bribing to read the “bear book” from me, you’re sleeping sweetly. You’re 21 months old and you talk ALL. THE. TIME! You still have the...