Gah. This letter still makes me cry. I wrote it years ago when my oldest was approaching high school graduation. We used to meet once a week to have lunch to talk about the days ahead and anything else I was afraid I may have forgotten to teach him. More than all of that, I…… Continue reading Dear Son, You Have My Permission
Dear Son, As I drove away from our last lunch together for your senior year, I cried. I wasn’t sad, but deeply grateful. It was similar to the feeling when I laid you down in the bassinet next to my bed for the first time. I should have been napping along with you, but instead…… Continue reading Dear Son: An Open Letter
It was the intersection of my guilt and the Lord’s prompting. My breathing became shallow and my heart thumped wildly. With everything in me, I didn’t like where this was leading. It’s a moment I won’t soon forget. Jesus was directing me to confess my failure—to Him…and to someone I wronged. Confession. There’s something we…… Continue reading The Liberating Power of Confession
Fine. {noun} 1. a sum of money imposed as a penalty for an offense or dereliction: a parking fine. My account at our local library was frozen due to overdue fines. The total was hefty and I was embarrassed. Often, I would log on and review my account and each time I would {sigh} and…… Continue reading Debt Forgiveness
He was a sitting duck. Alone. Separated from the pack, and always at risk of attack. His name was David. I was 8 years old when we first met. We were grade school classmates. I can’t remember all the details of his story, and now in hindsight, I’m not sure I can remember much more than…… Continue reading Motivated by Hurt
Alyssa DeLosSantos 