I’m not sure where to begin. Especially when the end is still so far from view. From the outside looking in, I “had it all”… Husband, kids, big house, cool car, and a growing ministry. That’s the thing about the outside- it’s only a fragment of reality. People who know me well know that I’m… Continue reading The Death Of Me
I haven’t written a thing since April. Honestly, it’s not that I couldn’t; I just wasn’t willing. Not because I don’t love to write or feel the call to minister in this way, but because I’d lost my passion for almost everything. I found myself in one of the deepest valleys of my life. Each… Continue reading Held.
It takes me down every time, no matter how many times I go through it. I just can’t seem to protect myself from the wave of pain that it carries. Autism’s heavy weight is briefly lifted. At first, I stay guarded. I know better than to celebrate too soon. I play it smart. That’s what… Continue reading My Anchor and My Hope
The day is done. One more day. One more nightmare unfolding, slows down in the quiet of night. I sit here on the floor and let my tears do the talking- “Here I am, God. Where are You?” The chaos builds around us. What was once a constant rumble in the background of our lives,… Continue reading Storm In The Valley
I returned from a mission trip to an orphanage in Haiti a couple months ago on a spiritual high. I was eager to share all that God was doing, not just at the orphanage, but in my heart. His grace had brought me on the incredible journey of short terms missions work, where all the… Continue reading Why Motherhood Counts
I’ve had two county meetings and two diagnostic assessments to get through in the last week and a half, in the midst of both of my children with Autism being in a deep valley of negative behavior, social limitations and sensory struggles. There’s been more time spent navigating screaming meltdowns in the past two months… Continue reading Being Real: Accepting Help In The Trenches of Special Needs Parenting
“Amy, you’ve been living in trauma for so many years that it’s reprogrammed your body. You likely can’t overcome this without medication.” …I cried in the doctor’s office. I don’t cry in front of people I barely know. That’s not how I operate. But there was something about this situation that made me feel completely… Continue reading When Getting Help Feels Like Giving Up