Erin Whitmer

Christian Writer and Speaker

BAGGAGE CLAIM: IS YOUR FAITH WALK BOGGED DOWN?

I fly a lot. I’ve slowly graduated from white-knuckle-gripping the armrests and praying in hushed, panicked gasps for Jesus to keep my airplane in the air to feeling like a jet-setter, brisk-walking through the airport with my savvy traveler know-how in my comfy Sketchers and leggings. No matter how many times I fly, though, I can’t stand the wait for my luggage. I stand awkwardly with my arms ... View Post

Erin’s Book Nook: Stay the Path by Bobbie Houston

A week and a half ago I was slogging through the day, overwhelmed by my tendency to take on too much, anxious about my book proposal in circulation, and with a heart too raw for my own liking. (You can read a little more about that in last week’s blog, Are We Still Seeking Popularity.) It may or may not have been a cry for breakfast kind of day. I was washing dishes that afternoon when my hubby ... View Post

Are We Still Seeking Popularity?

I’m nearly forty years old (wow, that hurts to type), and I can still remember those first days of high school and that awkward, slow walk into the cafeteria. Hoping for a smile launched in my direction, an invite to a table where I’d feel welcome. While my fist-day cafeteria jitters proved to be paranoia more than once, I was never unpopular, but also never the girl people sought out in a crowd, ... View Post

When Parenting Faith Gets Messy

Sometime parenting faith can be messy. Last night I consoled my seven-year-old son, Avry, as he cried, his face pink and moist, faith heavy on his heart. He’s at that age when he’s aware of death, and he’s developed a fear of losing his parents. My children have been exposed to a lot of death, as Mike’s family is large and they’ve lost several loved ones in the last two years. I, too, lost my ... View Post

A Heart Laid Bare

I’m sitting in a Jacksonville waiting room, surrounded by family, my grandfather in surgery, a heart laid bare. The last time I was in Florida, we’d driven all night to leave on a Disney cruise. I cried most of the ride down, as I’d found only an hour before we loaded into the mini van that my grandmother had died. In between beaches, animated Disney dinners, and pools so full they looked like Kid ... View Post

How Can My Story Help You Discover Yours?

If you don't know my story, you'll want to watch this. If you've ever wondered about your own story - when it began and where it's going - you'll want to watch this. I'm sharing my heart with you, pain that comes from an honest place, with a dose of hope that was here before any of us. Only after this will you be able to answer this question: How Can My Story Help You Discover Yours? Have you ... View Post