Lockdowns and Empty Tanks

Lockdowns and Empty Tanks

“Sorry ma’am. But you can’t leave. We’re on lockdown.” After traveling to Fort Worth to view an art exhibit called “From Heaven to Earth,” these words seemed out of place. But I did as I was told and took a seat in the common area. After texting my husband not to...
Waves of Unforgiveness

Waves of Unforgiveness

My father passed away twelve years ago this month. My relationship with him—both living and in the time since his death—has proved a most rigorous lesson in forgiveness.   Just as grief comes in waves, unforgiveness knocks us down unexpectedly and repeatedly....