Guest Blog Posts

“I have nothing to offer her.” This thought settled into my mind one dreary, Wednesday afternoon. Sitting in a busy, bustling coffee shop, I listened to a college student spill her heart about a difficult circumstance she was navigating with a friend. I had been mentoring her for months and knew she was feeling off that day. Her tense shoulders and furrowed brow told me she was deeply hurt, and in that moment, my mind went blank. 

A distinct crackle on the monitor warns me of the scream about to burst through the night. From down the hallway, I hear my son’s whimpering begin. I groggily pull myself to the edge of the mattress and glance at the time on my phone as my face cracks with a yawn and one squinted eyeball.

A mixer, spatula, cookie sheets, an oven, and oven mitts are the tools of my unusual trade. I make a scrumptious Snickerdoodle cookie. I never imagined making cookies and a mess in my kitchen would springboard me into ministry! 

When I first found out I was expecting a baby, joy overwhelmed my happy heart. After years of waiting, it was finally my turn to experience the “love like no other” my friends and Hallmark had told me about for so long. High on naiveté, I envisioned myself floating on “Cloud 9” for the rest of my life, buoyed by butterfly kisses and the intoxicating scent of baby skin. And when my firstborn arrived, I did indeed experience an unspeakable love. I marveled at how it took mere seconds to fall madly in love with him.