I have always had a strange fascination with doors. Especially the colorful ones. The unique ones. Doorways can represent an opportunity to enter the life of someone you love and cherish–or a threshold to something new and different. In our travels to Israel I was drawn to the colors and the variety of doors in…
Service. Serving. More than putting food on a plate and bringing it to the table. More than doing our “duty” and fulfilling the job or role assigned to us. Even more than giving our time to help someone in need. Our acts of service become nothing more than a pat on the back with our…
Hymns are a part of my story. I can remember songs from my past where I don’t remember many sermons. I can still remember songs from my childhood that I know I haven’t sung for decades, but the words still come… Walking in sunlight all of my journey, over the mountains, through the deep vale;…
Marriage is a partnership. “For better or worse” you said. (Or maybe you didn’t and should have!) Entering this commitment of a lifetime, you most likely underestimated how big and how hard this choice really is… When I said, “I do”, I already knew that this man I was choosing had made a commitment to full-time…
When singer/songwriter Keith Green, along with his 3 year-old son Josiah and two year-old daughter Bethany were killed in a plane crash in July of 1982, it rocked my world. I was a fan. My husband was a fan. We had only been married for six months and Keith’s song, “Make My Life A Prayer…
“Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you believe in Him so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13 ** I want that. Overflow. So full that there’s no room for more. So filled to the brim that hope overflows. Spills out. …
Why is it that I cannot see the girl in the mirror as clearly as I should? If only there were a mirror on my heart. The invisible would become visible. “Man does not see what the Lord sees, for man sees what is visible, but the Lord sees the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7
Change can be hard. Six years ago today changed our lives in a way that we would not have chosen. When my father-in-law passed away we knew that the family dynamic would never be the same. It was May of that year that I began to sense that it was time to do that thing…
When our kids were little one of our favorite family games was hide-and-seek. Even when they were too small (or too timid) to hide for themselves, we would team up and have a competition to see who could hide in the best place. Summertime lent itself to hiding outside–sometimes with walkie-talkies so we could taunt…
Sit down with me for a minute. This little snippet might just change your life. “How?”, you say. By changing the way you look at the Bible. Maybe you think it’s not for you. Maybe you struggle to know where to start. Or maybe you have just given up in frustration because you don’t “get…
“For this very reason, make every effort to supplement your faith with goodness, goodness with knowledge, knowledge with self-control, self-control with endurance, endurance with godliness, godliness with brotherly affection, and brotherly affection with love. For if these qualities are yours and are increasing, they will keep you from being useless or unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.” 2 Peter…
I think I have watched every single episode of the reality show, Fixer Upper. I made sure that I recorded the ones that I missed and am guilty of watching some episodes more than once. You could say I’m a fan. I am fascinated by the transformations they can make on homes that many would…
This very special post was on my daughter’s Facebook. I just had to share it with you, with the hope that it will help get the message out, help bring awareness to the need for Foster Families, and answer a question that so many ask. May is National Foster Care Month. We often get questions…
These are not soft hands. They are tough and worn and calloused. Eighty years of use. I’m sure I did, but I don’t remember holding my Dad’s hand when I was small. We never had a Daddy-Daughter dance. Unless dancing around important topics counts. You see, my Dad is not much on words or sentiment.…
I know. Flowers wilt. And yes, flowers fade. But… The delight that the beauty of a flower brings for a season or even for the moment is priceless. My mother and I share a love for anything blooming. Since her stroke, there have been hard days, but there have been good days. The good days…
