My five-year-old views everything in life as black or white.
Since this kid was two years old he was always all about something. And whatever he was all about, he would run that thing or activity into the ground before moving on to the next big thing. All about trains, all about maps, all about Candy Land, all about bikes… the obsessions move from one big thing to more exciting, better things and his ever-growing, curious mind continues to move like lightening from one interest to another. Read more
“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?!
The topic of parenting, specifically child training, comes and goes in consuming my mind.
Naturally, I think about it more when dealing with one of my own children and wondering how to properly handle various situations. Or when one of the young people from our church youth group willfully leaves the faith of their parents in a desperate worldliness crave.
It’s in these moments that I start to examine my mothering. A big fear for most moms is failing. Will my child be successful? Be liked? Be a hard worker? Have character? etc…
In this state of vulnerability it easy to look to another mom whose children look respectable and try to mimic their mothering style. Words like, I want to be like so-and-so enter my mind. But disappointment seems to always be the conclusion – probably because I am not them, nor will I ever be them…
I am what I am. That’s Popeye 🙂 Read more
Poetry and I don’t usually see eye-to-eye. I cannot write poetry (although my last poem was written in High School…maybe it’s time to try again?) and even reading poetry feels like a chore. I usually have to discipline myself to finish any poem but in the end, once the main point has been discovered, I re-read the poem again, sometimes a third time, pondering each phrase. Poetry is great like that. Anything that gets the wheels of the mind turning and contemplating the things of life, or better yet, the things of God, is good for the soul. Read more
Most people don’t want to be labeled as a follower but would much rather be known as a leader. If the motives are pure, desiring to be an effective leader is a great objective in life. What about those “natural-born leaders?” Perhaps we envision a natural-born leader as someone who has people fawning over them with eagerness and are willing to do whatever to please them. Their word is gospel. They have the power to hire and to fire. They never do small or menial tasks. Everyone is waiting on them.
But a servant leader is much different.