Vultures on the Roof

Suzi Kallam Struggling Well

One does not have to look very hard to find people who are suffering. Our news outlets bombard us with second-by-second reports of the horrendous torment and misery endured by so many throughout the world. Regrettably, the inundation of graphic pictures and tragedies has deadened our senses. We may feel a fleeting sense of horror and injustice, but it is …

Great Expectations

Star Crawford Struggling Well

I am a person with high expectations. I have them for myself and my life. Unfortunately, life has not always met these expectations. I did not expect to be diagnosed with lupus at age 15. But, as I’ve done with most unexpected things with my life, I took that news with a hefty dose of stubborn ambition and decided that …

Living with Grief

Star Crawford Devotional, Struggling Well

Grief is a tricky thing. We wish it would follow a neat time table but it just won’t. Instead it comes in waves, sweeping in and knocking you off of your feet, leaving you gasping for air and stranded in the middle of vast ocean when you least expect it. As Christians, we know that life will be hard, but …

Choosing Better

Kristen Pittman Struggling Well

Ten years have passed since May 3, 2005. Such an obvious statement may seem strange. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out, just some basic math. And for most people, the passing of time doesn’t really matter. For me, those ten years bear significance nearly impossible to convey. It’s not just been 10 years since May 3, …

Blurred Vision

Suzi Kallam Struggling Well

The shift in my vision was slow, barely noticeable at first. Even though I had to cock my head at a crazy angle to read or see TV, the thought that something was wrong with my sight never entered my mind. Surely, I reasoned, there must be something wrong with my glasses, perhaps an invisible scratch or an earpiece needing …

The Story Needs to Be Told

Carrie Givens Stories, Struggling Well

Four years ago, I walked through the gas chambers at Auschwitz. I stood in between the barracks buildings and imagined Nazi soldiers unloading masses of humanity from trains and pushing them along the gravel roads toward extermination. I stood in concrete buildings looking through glass into rooms filled with the belongings of the people who lost their lives there: one …