I sat down beside her long blond locks, awkwardly shuffling my feet beneath the seat. What’s wrong with me, I’m usually comfortable as the new girl? But this season came….
Organizing the steps and specifics of long-term goals is not an automatic habit for me. Though I wonder if this is less about how I’m wired, and more about the….
I can’t stop seeing the scene and repeating the scriptures. “And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only….
I read her words, sensing her heart and feeling her struggle as if it were mine. Different circumstances, but instantly I identified with the feelings she faced from being misunderstood…..
I’m not a savvy skipper. But I’m familiar with “Red, Right Returning,” or known to me as, returning home to safe harbor, from open waters. Depending which side of the….
I didn’t want to disturb the crowd around me, but I couldn’t wait, so I did what any polite wife does during a notable sermon. I rubbed my right elbow….
My alarm went off, (“Mama, Mama”). But that dawn came slow stretching, to awaken. And before the coffee began to drip, I held my empty cup exhaustedly to Him, utterly….
She wears a pink straw hat and sits beside me. We stretch across the grassy terrain with a breeze at our back, fresh blades of green between our fingertips and the warm blaze….
READ: Psalm 119:5 (MSG) Oh, that my steps might be steady, keeping to the course you set. She takes a few steps forward, then pauses and turns back. I quickly learn that saying….
Do you ever struggle to tell God out-loud, the burdens and concerns of your heart? Or do you feel pressure to be proper, perfect and with prose, hold yourself together. In….
READ: Mark 12:41-44 I’ve been studying through one woman’s story and I sense surrender breaking through the rocky soil in my heart. Mark depicts the tender moment and my eyes moisten with conviction. Then one poor widow came and….
When Mama turned the calendar page, my heart turned the corner. I seldom felt ready when September appeared. From the breakfast room wall, square patterns dangled the days filled with lists, schedules, and the….