Michelle Lindsey

The statistics are staggering. And don’t tell yourself it doesn’t matter if you speak up.

"WHY? And then I cry bitter tears because I hear no answer. And nothing changes for the better. And all I hear is silence—and I save the sobs caught in my throat."

"People have the notion that since I am so often limping along, dragging my frazzled nerves behind me, God must not be real. If He was real, I would not be suffering so much."

Ever feel like the love is just, well...gone?

When we follow the true root of our anxiety, we will usually find what we worship.

"God knew we were going to be running around freaking out a good majority of our lives. He tells us what to do instead."

I am amazed that I am old enough to be writing this letter. When you were young, and sitting in the grocery cart while we shopped, people would stop me and comment on how cute you were and I would smile and thank them. They would often look at me and say, “Don’t blink. It goes fast.”

"I accused them of happily draining the life out of me. I told them if I collapsed, they would probably just step over my lifeless body and keep going. One child stopped doing dishes and said, 'Wow, that is dark.' I had to chuckle inside."