Before seeking comfort from God, I knew I needed to repent. Repentance requires no words of self-recrimination, only an open heart looking forward.
As an overwhelmed working mother, I thought only of my to-do list, and how I fulfilled my duties determined my self worth. If I didn’t do the laundry, I was a bad mother. If I didn’t get results from the experiment, I was a useless scientist. If I gained weight, I was a horrible woman.... Continue Reading →
This post is part of "my story" which starts with the post "Finding Purpose" Not long after we arrived in Michigan I got a call from my step-father. He had cancer advanced enough that the doctors feared he would not survive to the end of that summer. Two years after my mother’s death from cancer, my step-father’s diagnosis was eerily similar and even more severe. My mother was... Continue Reading →