We stood at the front of the church, arms around each other. Other worshipers surrounded us. My tears fell on her tight braids as she hugged me back. My mouth moved, and I continued to pray for God’s healing over her past and that she would use the comfort she receives to comfort others in…
If your home is anything like mine, there’s plenty of hustle and bustle from one thing to the next–and noise–and piles. Some people call it chaos. Right now it’s just my reality. Make sure the kids are dressed for school. Feed the dogs. Put the basket of library books up high (so a certain dog…
I’ve both read and experienced that the way we start our mornings can determine how the rest of the day goes. When our mornings are frenzied, hurried, and stressful, our afternoons typically follow suit. The stress of not having enough time to eat a decent breakfast, looking for the missing shoe that can’t be found,…
The morning after Thanksgiving, my husband asked me, “What’s the plan?” He meant, “What fifty-seven things are you going to try to cram into the day?” “There is no plan,” I said. I could see he was skeptical. “Really,” I insisted, “I have no plans. I’m going to sit here and read a book and…
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” (Gal. 6:9 NIV) Moving has provided many memorable stories and gleanings from the Lord. From fires to wallpaper removal, Jesus continues to teach me. This past summer was no different when we…
On Monday mornings, before I get dressed for work, you’ll find me wearing a T-shirt that says, “Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Repeat.” The words on my coffee mug express my mood: “I don’t feel very worky today.” (Yes, “worky” is found in several dictionaries, but you can’t use it in Scrabble.) Once I arrive at work,…