Where to begin? I've always had a way with words, that ability to turn a pretty phrase. I enjoyed words; whether it be to elicit a tear or coax out a laugh, or perhaps produce a strongly worded letter to straighten someone out. But now, my desire is to go so much deeper, to the heart of the matter. Life has a way of cutting through our expectations and laying us bare to reality. Chronic Illness. Marriage. Parenting. Care giving. Grief. My tags my not be at all the same as yours, but I've come to realize that the truth is not in the specifics, but in the story. We all have something that makes us feel Lost. Alone. Exhausted. Wondering who we are. Waiting to come up for air. Sister, I've been there- still am there, some days. And I'm not here to to give false hope, but rather real assurance. Even when you are face down at rock bottom, go on, turn your head just a bit. You aren't alone. Adjusted expectations doesn't mean giving up, but rather, understanding that redemption doesn't mean it never happened or that it is already over... you can have redemption while still in the storm. Come on in, let's talk a while.