I live in Oregon with my husband and three children. Together, we own and manage a physical therapy clinic, serve actively in our local church, and pour into the lives of our children.
As I begin this year homeschooling my oldest son, I am reminded more than ever — as St. Augustine prayed — of the importance of ordering my loves, and not letting the noise around me lead my often disordered heart away from the most important: to love and serve God supremely. Especially in these last years, in my work in healthcare, in seasons of loss, and through my own experiences entering motherhood, I am keenly aware of my weakness and need for Christ. I praise God that He has redeemed me through Jesus’s death, and that I am not marked by my resolve, but by His commitment to me.
My writing and poems emerge as a discipline to remember that my only hope is found in Jesus. I hope that if you are here, my words can serve as comfort and encouragement.
Life is full of great joys and sorrows — great terror and beauty. As Charles Spurgeon said, “I have learned to kiss the wave that throws me against the Rock of Ages.”
Reflections of Terror and Beauty 