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…
Some days it is only a flicker. But even the smallest light will shine in the darkness. Being human means that I don’t always feel like living up to the world’s definition of “Shine”, but God’s definition is a very different one: At that time, when you call, the Lord will answer; when you cry out, He…
You have a gauge that tells you it’s time to fill up, and you know the consequences that follow if you ignore that little warning… Stop. Do not pass “go”, DO NOT chance it. Do not do another thing until you put some gas in that tank. The simple task of refueling changes everything, and…
Yep. It’s one of those days. Gray and cloudy and cold and wet. On the outside too. Begging for just a hint of sunshine to brighten the day…
Yes, I know. In Matthew, Mark, Luke and John we see “The Gospel According to…”, but in the Acts of the Apostles we see the gospel in action. The Gospel: the “good news” of Jesus the Messiah who came to bring salvation to all who place their faith in Him. While the first four books…
On an ordinary day I might be running in to pick up a few groceries, rushing to check things off my list, barely noticing those around me. But she found me. I don’t know if I looked kind (I certainly hope so) or non-threatening, but when I turned to the timid, “Excuse me, ma’am” I…
“What’s love got to do with it, got to do with it…” “What’s love, but a second-hand emotion…” You’re welcome. Get that stuck in your head. Sing it all day and wake up with it on your brain at 3 a.m. And let it sink in deep..…all the way down to your heart. Because love…
We all do it. Putting up walls around our heart to protect us from more pain. More hurt. And we think we’re doing it to be safe. Only the walls that we put up sometimes become our prison. What we think we’ve done to protect ourselves has, in reality, caused us to hide behind the…
Some days I don’t feel like praying, but I do anyway. Thank goodness I learned a very long time ago, that our faith cannot be based on feelings. But I’m tired. I’m tired of crying. Tired of pleading. Tired of begging. I’m tired of praying. Praying for that situation, that person, that problem. I know. …
