Posts about Joy Roberts

The Power of We The Power of We

Posted by Joy Roberts on September 22, 2017 in Faith, Family, Friendship, Joy Roberts

I recently experienced the overwhelming joy and heartache of dropping my first-born son off at college. Google tells me the University of Denver is 1,263 miles away.  Just thinking about this spirals me into an emotional flip-flop. On one hand, I’m super proud of my son Sterling. I want him to go off to college. […]

Replace bitterness with gratitude Replacing Bitterness with Gratitude

Posted by Joy Roberts on November 23, 2016 in Faith, Joy Roberts, Prayer

I was standing with thousands of people last weekend in a packed stadium singing the national anthem and the tears just came.  I stood united with thousands of people.  People of every color and race.  People who voted this way or that.  People who were rooting for the Seattle Seahawks and the Philadelphia Eagles. Despite […]

Our stories are His stories Why It’s Important to Tell Your Story

Posted by Joy Roberts on October 6, 2016 in Faith, Family, Joy Roberts

A good friend of mine asked me the other day how my phone screen got cracked.  I paused, then asked her “do you really want the truth?” It’s a fair question – because the story is a little messy. Sometimes I don’t think people really want the whole truth and nothing but the truth. And […]

A solution to anger and hate A Solution to Anger and Hate

Posted by Joy Roberts on July 28, 2016 in Faith, Family, Freedom, Joy Roberts

My heart breaks over what is happening in our country and the world.  Waves of anger and hate are spilling over our borders – dividing groups of people, destroying communities and hurting families.  It’s ugly.  It’s heavy stuff. People – human beings – are dying on the streets. I don’t know what to say or […]

I Long to Be Free

Posted by Joy Roberts on June 2, 2016 in Faith, Freedom, Friendship, Joy Roberts, Uncategorized

I long to be free… To have the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. When I was young, I had a beautiful appaloosa horse named Danny.  He was a massive, powerful steed covered in spots.  Actually, Danny was not my horse. But his owner, a family friend, allowed me to ride […]