There. I said it. If I had my way, I would live in a perfectly clean house with beds made every day, the to do list completed for that day before I go to bed, and kids who only knew how to say “oh yes mommy, I’d love to do my chores without you asking” and “oh mommy, how can I help your day be better?” as they go about their day, joyfully sharing in each other’s lives and never raising their voices and always being helpful. It would also be great if Hubs could make a lot mo
Then he said to me,
“Prophesy to these bones and say to them,
‘Dry bones, hear the word of the LORD! When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place. And suddenly there came from heaven a noise like a violent rushing wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting. And there appeared to them tongues as of fire distributing themselves, and they rested on each one of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with
I waited and waited and waited for God. At last he looked; finally he listened.
He lifted me out of the ditch, pulled me from deep mud. He stood me up on a solid rock to make sure I wouldn’t slip. He taught me how to sing the latest God-song, a praise-song to our God.
More and more people are seeing this: they enter the mystery, abandoning themselves to God. Blessed are you who give yourselves over to God, turn your backs on the world’s “sure thing,” ignore what the world wor
You never know what people are going through unless you listen. This morning, I’m really just minding my own business, drinking my secondcuppa while checking Twitter for morning news. It’s a favorite thing to do on a day of rest. I see #infertility trending and clicked, curious. If you aren’t on Twitter, topics are highlighted when there’s lots of people talking about it. Apparently, Today’s Parent Magazine turned their focus on the struggles families have with #infertili
I sure needed to see this Daily Dose of Courage in my inbox today. It seems that is one of the few ways I allow myself time to think about who I really am in Christ. THIS, I say to my dear self, MUST change. I have to dig deeper in love with Jesus. I have to. I can’t just keep working hard and doing stuff and think it’s going to happen. Because it ain’t happenin’. And it’s hurting my ability to fully engage in all the life my God has gifted me. I’m not sure how that wi
Being a firm nonbeliever in coincidence, I can’t ignore this. Over the last four days I have felt entirely overwhelmed with evidence from every direction that God is LOVE, and the Great I Am loves me. God does these things, sometimes in the middle of foggywearywhelmness to let me know “I’m still here for you, Dear Daughter…over here… turn to me…I love you…” It feels as if from a distance and then, I can’t help but look and realize it’s You. You are here, being You. And that
I wrote this first in Spring 2007, trying to figure out how to really celebrate Mothers Day in the Church, a place which should feel like the most safe and inclusive place on the planet but doesn’t for many. How can we NOT recognize the blessing of mothers, many who selflessly give up all for the people they love. How can we NOT celebrate that God, who in his infinite creative wisdom, gave humans the chance to share in the wonder of being part-creator alongside Him. How c
Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, Jesus said to them, “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.” Mark 6:31 Thursday is my day. Well, okay. It’s the day that I don’t HAVETO look at “the list” and do. I can if I want. But I won’t if I don’t. Like today. I got the kids off to school but because the hotlunchladies plan things around my Sabbath, I don’t HAVETO decide what to put in kids’ lunche
What I am craving will always depend on what I am consuming. ( from Made to Crave by Lysa Terkeurst) If only this whole thing was an “issue with food”. If only. What is it they say, “seeing your problem is half the battle?” Oh yeah. And then some. When I chew on the quote above (you see what I did there? ) my Takeaway is simple. In the end, I can only really consume Him. That is the end game. I have to eat to live but nothing I put in my mouth will satisfy. No physical
what they are in our lives, we can, if we know the One True God the way He knows us, if we really see Him for Who He Is, we can, believe that sweetness is on the horizon. THAT, my friends, is called HOPE. Stuff may not be right in your world. It isn’t in mine. It probably isn’t in most peoples’ worlds for one reason or another. But we can face…. a hard diagnosis for a loved one the loss of a friend gone too soon a child whose choices has caused harm to themselves and their
Every day I want to wake up feeling stronger. I do. I really do. I’m eating well. Walking some. Trying to get regular rest. And then, I still wake up with days like yesterday and today and realize that it’s real. I can’t fool myself into believing that the chronic pain and stress and depression I’ve experienced for years now hasn’t affected my physical self at all. And I can’t deny that the chronic pain and fatigue that my doctor and psychologist says is real, a realness I’ve
Hope. It’s something I’m really into. I started just relying on hope a long time ago when I realized there are just some things a person can’t give up on. Oh, and that as a child of God, it was probably one of the greatest invention of His. Something to get us through the tough spots, to brighten a moment of fear or anxiety, to help me pick myself up when the disappointment sucked the life right out of the room. It’s a good thing to have. You should work on grabbing some