Friends, I can't help but share my favorite podcast of the week, featuring third trimester abortion survivor, Melissa Ohden. Melissa's story is one of redemption and hope which highlights the following truths: If you are an individual who survived a botched abortion, YOU ARE LOVED. If you are a woman who has experienced an abortion, YOU ARE FORGIVEN. If you are living with regret over the choices you have made, GOD HAS THE POWER TO REDEEM YOUR STORY. Learn more about Melissa'
Photo by Helena Lopes on Unsplash Valentine's Day is this week and, I must confess, I'm not feeling very valentiney. I love my people. At the same time, I'm not up to playing the role of Magical Valentine's Day Cruise Director for them. The end of January brought grandiose plans of sticking an encouraging heart on each loved one's bedroom door with kind words to be discovered every morning of February. Now, I'm hoping to pull off our annual V-Evening dinner of pink pancakes a
As a child, I never got to play the Virgin Mary in our church Christmas pageant. Yep, I always played an angel in the chorus, never the starring role of Baby Jesus' adoring mom. My inability to land the part seemed more than mere coincidence when I hit a wall in my late twenties called "infertility". As thankful as I was for Jesus giving up heaven to hang out with us on earth - to save us from our steaming pile of sin - I was less than thankful for Christmas' focus on the vir
I've just returned from a week spent with inspiring writers and speakers at the Write to Publish conference in Wheaton, Illinois, and am positively bursting with creativity! I promised you a book update so here's the good news: I have several agents and publishers who have requested my book proposal! This is the next step in the very lengthy process of getting Life After Infertility published so thanks to all of you who have been praying for me. For months before the conferen
We are smack dab in the middle of the most wonderful time of the year. Stores are decked in glossy red and green while speakers blare bright tunes of expectation. Homes once darkened now dance with twinkling lights, their windows aglow with warmth and promise. And, as believers, we cannot escape the image of a beatific, round-bellied virgin. Oh, the irony. As an infertile person, one can feel like a cardboard cutout amidst all the activity, a black-and-white character frozen