Sheila Walsh

In a moment I am twelve years old again. It’s the middle of the night. I get up to go to the restroom and as I pass my mother’s bedroom door I see that the light is on. I reach my hand out to go in and then I stop. She is crying. It is primal and raw.

The question I asked myself was, “Do I trust the heart of the One who is moving my life?”

BULLY I stood in the Headmaster’s office with my knees shaking. I knew that I was in more trouble than I had ever been in my life. I was twelve years old and I had just punched a girl so hard on the nose that I broke it and gave her two black eyes. I [...]

RESTLESS I have lived with this word for as long as I can remember. It felt as if I was waiting for something, not sure what, just….something. If I was in a relationship that was difficult then I blamed that person and assumed that when I was away from them the restlessness would go but [...]

It started with a private note on my Facebook page from a mother asking for prayer for her 3 children. Few things touch me at such a primal level as a mother concerned about her children and their safety. I asked a few questions and discovered that they were living in a homeless shelter in [...]