I Miss Her Because She Loved Me Well

On my mom’s birthday, I’m reminded how rare it is to feel deeply and unconditionally loved. I miss her because she loved me well, and I trust God’s kindness in bringing her into rest. The love I received is still part of me.

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Faithfulness in the Quiet Places

It’s been a while since I’ve served in church. Over the years, I’ve worked with many churches as a web developer—building websites, improving systems, helping behind the scenes. But I hadn’t been using one of the gifts that feels closest to my heart: encouragement.