He Dances With Me

Sometimes life doesn't turn out the way we planned, and we start to feel so out of control we panic, wondering how we're ever going to get off this crazy merry-go-round... and what we really need is a lifeline, a glimmer of hope that it won't always be this way. That it can get better.

I know exactly what that feels like. Trying to cope with the death of my infant son, the birth of my daughter with special needs, and a tumultuous marriage, I was convinced that they were all my fault, which in turn caused me to feel like I was on the crazy-train headed nowhere fast. I was angry, guilty, fearful, and lonely. I didn't know how to even begin to approach God, what with feeling torn between wishing for something more out of life, and the apprehension that He would take away anything good from me because I just didn't deserve it.

This is the story of my search for hope in the midst of despair, and I hope you not only catch a glimpse of yourself in it, but will also be able to recognize the whisper of the One who showed up to offer me more, calling me His Beloved.