Naming Tears of Sadness

 I cried late at night last week -- all by myself. You know, the kind of ugly cry that fills the trash can with the entire box of tissues, and you're still leaking. The kind that you hope nobody sees, but the tears, not to mention the obvious facial evidence, last well into the next

Season of Obedience

Aloha friends! This past weekend I had the amazing opportunity to co-speak at our church's family retreat during our women's breakout session. It may not seem like something huge or amazing, but the 45 minute session was a huge step for me as I obediently break out of my introvert shell. You see, for many