Last weekend, I was having an all-too-frequent moment of insecurity. I’m not sure there’s a way to avoid these here on earth, as long as we’re clothed in this fading flesh of ours. Everyone I know is afraid they may not be enough now and then. Gosh, we’re a neurotically flawed bunch. I try not to wallow, though. As Lorelei would say: Oy with the poodles already. Oy with the poodles already is Gilmore Girls talk…
“I see what you’ve done, your hard, hard work, your refusal to quit. I know you can’t stomach evil, that you weed out apostolic pretenders. I know your persistence, your courage in my cause, that you never wear out. But you walked away from your first love—why? What’s going on with you, anyway?….Listen. Listen to the Wind Words, the Spirit blowing through the churches. I’m about to call each conqueror to dinner. I’m spreading…
“Someday all our dreams will come to be Someday in a world where men are free Maybe not in time for you and me But someday at Christmas time Someday at Christmas man will not fail Hate will be gone and love will prevail Someday a new world that we can start With hope in every heart.” -Stevie Wonder This Christmas has me feeling a kindredness to Ruth and Naomi. As we walk through this…
Then [Jesus] said to them, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death; remain here, and watch with me.” And going a little farther he fell on his face and prayed, saying, “My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as you will.” And he came to the disciples and found them sleeping. And he said to Peter, “So, could you not watch with me…
I was just sitting at the kitchen table yesterday, minding my own business, when a singular revelation hit me like a lightning bolt. I haven’t seen that green blanket in months. You know, the one my child couldn’t live without for the first decade of his life? The comfort he demanded as a toddler. The one he held close to his face while he guzzled a sippy cup of chocolate milk. It is the blanket…
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. -1 Corinthians 13:13 I’m feeling nostalgic about my husband. It’s the result of several things happening at once in my life. First, Morgan and I are speaking at a marriage retreat this weekend, so of course, I’m dwelling on all the reasons our love is bringing life to our souls. Then yesterday I had a few extra minutes before a meeting, so I went…
Just north of Austin there’s a 30,000 year old limestone cave that’s been turned into a tourist attraction. A friend of mine organized a group tour for a bunch of families, and we couldn’t resist the excuse to take a day off of homeschooling and call it a “field trip”. Besides, there were enough of us going to warrant discounted admission, so how could we say no? The unfortunate truth is, I was grouchy that…
In the deep, still darkness of the night, we woke up and noticed our bedroom light was on. Four hours before, we had turned every light off and gone to bed. So, strange light was concerning. Lights don’t come on all by themselves, after all. Morgan got up to check on the house while I waited to be killed by intruders. He came back five minutes later, pointed to the ground and said, “Finley.” There…
Ah, Christmas. The season of tapping your toes to “Jingle Bell Rock” and wishing your spouse would finally figure you out. I know it sounds harsh, but it’s too often true. As a woman who loves gifts, both giving and receiving, I have walked this road many times. I’ve made lists and crossed my fingers that he will use them. I’ve bought him the “perfect” thing and then found out he’d rather shop himself. I’ve…
We sat with friends, with some of the people God has given us, and listened to a new friend talk of his life growing up in a war-torn nation in the Middle East. He has been a refugee, and he has survived the impossible after seeing the horrific. We were grieving for Paris, but he has been grieving the sound of explosions and guns firing all his life. Ecclesiastes rang out over the room as…
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