Can you call it mercy?

Can you call it mercy?

Why didn’t I think to call it mercy? Twenty-five years ago tomorrow, I gave birth to a miracle. In November 1993 I had nearly been killed in an interstate collision with an eighteen-wheeler. I was eight months pregnant with Molly at the time. Rushed to FGH in a...

Thanksgiving 2017

Sometimes, the hardest place to go is back. To the setting of our darkest hour and deepest hurt. Mercy calls us back for healing – to complete its job. And with such thoughts ruminating in my heart and mind Monday, Maggie and I loaded the car and traveled...

A Race Called Mercy

Homesickness for Batson and Jackson plaguing our early visits to UAB has begun to lift. Frequent trips to Birmingham are allowing me to feel more a part of the city than my occasional shopping trips had allowed. But it takes work to open a heart to new people when you...