What My Dad Taught Me About Depression, Hope, and the God Who Stays One of the greatest gifts my dad ever gave me wasn’t the ability to answer every question. It was the freedom to admit that sometimes we don’t have the strength to. There was a season not very long ago when I understood…
Family Memories
The Lake House Isn’t What It Used to Be — And Neither Am I
Yesterday, as we swept floors, packed coolers, and loaded the last bags into the car, I found myself fighting back tears. The lake house was exactly the same. The dock was still there. The water still sparkled in the afternoon sun. The familiar creak of the screen door still welcomed us as it has for…