[…] rock and my shield, the commander who is training my hands for battle, my fingers for war. (Psalm 144) I do not move. And maybe to the world, this doesn't look strong and brave. Maybe to my foe, I look small and fragile. But make no mistake, my friend. This? This right here is […]
[…] Just as Abram looked in the sky to imagine how his family was to grow, our thoughts centered on the spiritual multiplication we long to see in world. How many of us have heard the discouraging statistics about youth and religion? Those dire stats are real, but last week, I witnessed what many claim […]
Dear friend, We live in a world where information, expectations and needs come at us like a tennis ball machine set on turbo speed. Women tend to be expert multi-taskers, and we can keep a lot of balls going at the same time. But it's costing us. Never have we been more addicted, exhausted, […]
There's a lot to be said for playing it safe. It's predictable, comfortable, and doesn't cause ripple effects. It gives us the impression that we aren't hurting anyone. We're neither hot, nor cold-we're coasting in neutral. But playing it safe can also leave us stuck in situations that are stifling for our souls and […]
[…] sounded to her like I was treading water while trying to keep a bunch of balls in the air, which sounds pretty much impossible. That description wasn't news to me. It didn't feel particularly insightful, just observant. But then she went on to say something that really stopped me in my tracks. “I think […]
[…] and in doing so, gently reveals things that need to go or need to be gained in order for us to make that spiritual journey. This is the process of growing in spiritual maturity. It's an intensely personal process; no two journeys are alike. What God asks of one might not be what He […]
[…] gets excited when they have another baby (they are seriously the cutest bunch of kids ever) and this time was no exception. So when I heard the news that their six-week-old son (baptized just four days earlier) had joined the saints in heaven, my heart ached for each of them. This is a level […]
[…] bit peevish. Disclaimer #2: I also realize that sarcasm is a very low level of humor, and can be offensive to some. If you dislike sarcasm, skip the bits that are italicized. Otherwise you might not like me anymore, and that would make me very sad. You can skip over the italicized words, and […]
[…] impossible, to be as good as God wanted her to be. She gave a big nod of agreement. And then we got to the good part-the good news. Every time our children (or we) mess up, it's an opportunity to be drawn to the Cross. My daughter was right-it is impossible to be as […]
[…] to get it through my head that there is a limit to what I can stick on my calendar and actually get done with a sweet spirit. The school year finally ended, and next was Laeka's high school graduation. I wish that I had been fully appreciating the milestone, living in the moment, and […]
