My Inspiration


“Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth.

He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.

Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;

But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”

Isaiah 40:28-31

Living the perfect life is often an allusion we think we can attain, but we fall short every time. We strive, we maintain, we live by expectations, and fall hard on our faces. Again. And again. In our imperfections God meets us, just as we are— flawless, unworthy and missing the mark. Every time. Only in our greatest need, can He not only meet us exactly were we are, but we recognize our complete dependence on Him. We don’t always see it. We don’t always recognize it. We don’t always feel it. But He is there walking in front of us, beside us and often behind us, pushing us oh so gently.

My heart has always been one eager to soar and fly above. As a child my fantasies were to fly, to escape my messed-up world. I wanted to fly above my problem-filled family, my father’s alcoholic rages, my mother’s sporadic uncontrolled behavior, my brother fighting his anger—I wanted to fly above it all.

God has always been there in my life. Everyday. Every hour. He was there when I homeschooled all those years. He was there when my infant son was in ER and I was alone. He was there when I admitted my mother to the psych ward. He was there when I reached out to my only sibling and sane person in my crazy family. He was there when He whispered, “You need to write.” He was there during fights with our kids, raging hormones and anger echoing on the walls. And he was there when Greg loved me the only way he could love me. He loved me with his heart. God was there.

I look to the wings of the eagles as they soar above the earth, the clouds, the land, the buildings, the homes and the people. They soar above it all.

My prayer is for all of us to find our place to soar. For God to give us the wings of freedom, joy and hope. He often doesn’t change our circumstances. But He often changes our perspective. From the sky. Above the clouds. Above our trials. From our hurts. Above our pain. Above our loss. He is the wind beneath my wings. Join with me as we begin the journey to soar like the wings of eagles.