Yes, I am an adrenaline junkie. I’ve been to all seven continents and both polar circles to bungee jump, paraglide, ice climb, and surf in the arctic. I used to think I had to redeem my adventures, especially my adrenaline rushes. I felt ashamed to go bungee jumping in South Africa while my friends spent…
“We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain” (Heb. 6:19 NIV) Suffering is not the worst thing in this world. Suffering without hope is. Hope easily defined is a feeling of trust or a desire for a certain thing to happen. From…
Recently, while reading through 1 Corinthians, I came to a full stop at chapter 3, verse 5. Paul was talking about how he had heard the Corinthian believers were dividing into factions. They seemed to have been bragging about who were the better Christians. “I follow Paul,” “I follow Apollos,” “I follow Cephas,” or “I…
As I consider the wondrous gifts of Pentecost, I am humbled by God’s amazing compassion towards us, but I’m also reminded of recent loss. During the second year of the pandemic, I lost three close friends, all Christian women who ended our connection in terribly damaging ways. How grievous it is to lose a friend—as…
My daughter sits across from me, working a new crochet hook and giant, fluffy aqua yarn into what she hopes will be a blanket. She has just learned this art, and she knows only a trio of stitches. Nevertheless she experiments, creating new stitches and figuring out different ways to get that yarn across the…
All kinds of imprints exist in life. We all have them. In some ways, we collect them and they shape us. Take the everyday imprint: you wake up from a nap and scramble to get the kids at the bus stop or from school on time, only to have your friend walk up to the…