Lori Freeland Archives

I struggled with something one of my friends had said to me early on. She asked me if I'd thanked God for my son's cancer. Seriously? Thank him for...

I wish I could say because we're Christians, things are different. But I can't.

I am a cancer mom. And I'd like to share my journey.

Low self-esteem equals humility and when I don't believe I'm good enough, I've kicked pride in the backside. Right?

In my strength alone, I will always remain helpless, insecure, and eons from innately good.

Today I'm glad God never sleeps.

My resolutions have a way of beginning on a rampage and ending on a bout of realism that often shoves me farther behind.

Why bother to worship?

Every year, a pile of Christmas cards fills my mailbox with tales of extraordinary lives.

I curl up in a ball. Give him to you, Lord? My son? I don't think I can.

Letting go of someone you love is the hardest gift of all.

The holidays don't deliver good cheer for everyone.

Sins. A Past. Everyone owns both.

Mistakes. Poor judgment calls. Transgressions. The thesaurus holds many words for sin.

Who will keep our children safe?