

I have heard that terror in women’s voices, and it breaks my heart to this day. A Monday morning recording of a woman desperate for help calling in the wee hours of a Saturday morning, when our shelter was closing and we weren’t able to help haunts me to this day, wondering if she went back to him, if she is alive, how many children she has, if they are okay, and on and on. She had that same panic in her voice. It’s still unfinished business in my heart. I remember just putting my head down on my desk and crying for hours. The brokenness of humanity…
LikeLike
Yesterday I heard the terror in Nicole’s voice as she called 911 when he was smashing her door in. Then I listened to the hotel tape and sat down and cried for her.What a world of rage inside of him.
LikeLike
Hello

Welcome to my writing home.
This is the place where I gather my thoughts, my faith, and the quiet wonder I find in everyday life.
Here you’ll find reflections on God, truth, grace, and the beauty hidden in ordinary moments. I write about faith that wrestles and trusts, joy that grows even in hard seasons, and the deep goodness of paying attention. Through honest words and gentle perspective, this blog is an invitation to slow down, look deeper, and see life through eyes of hope and gratitude.
💖annie
Stay updated with the latest blog post sent to your email.
Share your thoughts on this!