True Life With Liz

I’ve never worn a cap and gown, or walked across a stage when an announcer called my name. In fact, I have never posed for pictures with my diploma in hand or framed my accomplishments for hanging on my walls. On Thursday evening, I will put on a purple cap…

Every Easter, my mom would do her best to get us a new Easter outfit. It didn’t have to be extravagant or expensive, but it was always new. One year I had a beautiful yellow dress with a white sailor collar; another year I wore a white a blue ensemble.…

I don’t do “brokenness” very well. I would much rather be the one who cheers others on as they feel broken by life. It’s easier to be the one with the encouraging words of wisdom for those who need to hear it. But this week, I’ve been made extremely aware…

A long time ago in the small country town of Gill, Colorado, my great -grand parents became believers in the Lord Jesus Christ. According to the stories passed down from my family members, the local Catholic priest came to their house weeping because in his eyes, they had left the…