It was a normal day. The refreshing smell of the spring dew filled the air. There was peace in the house. The inner sense of calm was curious to me; I knew today was the day. From the very beginning, I wanted to know, was the baby growing within me another boy or could it be that I was carrying a precious daughter? Read more
A couple of weeks ago, I was asked to give a short talk at my friend’s bridal shower. Thoughts about faithfulness have been bouncing around in my head for the past couple of months. I guess it all started on my road trip earlier this year. I have a tendency to analyze people… why do they do what they do, what are their relationship patterns (good or bad), what things have they experienced in the past, etc? (I know, it’s a sickness.) But it’s also caused me to examine my own relationships.
What makes me a faithful or unfaithful person?
Here are a few thoughts on being a f.a.i.t.h.f.u.l. friend/spouse… Read more
Ten hours of black asphalt, headlights, and exit signs and a van stuffed with tote bags, a pack n play, stroller, blankets, and snacks.
Ten hours of thinking, singing, praying, talking, wondering…
A couple months ago I took a trip with my three-year-old (going on 16) daughter and (at the time) 8 month old son. I knew going into a six-hour long flight with no husband, a toddler, and “lap infant” was going to be a challenge.
“And with all deceivableness of unrighteousness in them that perish; because they received not the love of the truth, that they might be saved. And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie: That they all might be damned who believed not the truth, but had pleasure in unrighteousness.”
[2 Thessalonians 2:10-12]
Having to prove the existence of God to an atheist is like having to prove the existence of the sun, at noon on a clear day. Yet millions are embracing the foolishness of atheism. Read more
Bless. Blessing. Blessed.
Common words I hear and say a lot. Just walk the aisles of Hobby Lobby and you’ll see variations of this word on plaques, crafts, and home decor. (Only non-Christians use the word lucky 🙂)
Throughout this past year I’ve found myself pondering the words I say. Do I always say what I mean and mean what I say? Is my mouth filled with spiritual jargon or with heart-felt conversation?
Bless. Blessing. Blessed.
This world is crying out, “Peace, peace!” Yet there is still no peace. Only turmoil.
Peace is not just the absence of turmoil. Have you ever experienced a calm before the storm? Eight months ago I remember having that almost eerie calm before the labor pangs begun. I knew indescribable pain was imminent. But just because there was a momentary lull, I was positive it wasn’t going to stay that way. In my head there was still the fear of the unknown. The future, was it going turn out okay? Could I endure the pain? Hey, would we even survive?!