Hunger and Thirst for Righteousness "My mouth's so dry I can't even spit." Our youngest son was camping with his grandparents one weekend. He and his grandmother decided to take a little walk to a grocery store she remembered nearby. It turned out to be not nearly as close as she thought. By the time... Continue Reading →
Every few years, when I was growing up, we moved. New town. New school. New cafeteria where I didn't know a single face and had to figure out where to sit. If you had watched me walk down the hall, you might have called me meek. Head down. Quiet. Trying not to take up too... Continue Reading →
I recently had the joy of sitting down with Laurel Nicholson for The Death and Resurrection Podcast — and what a conversation it was! Laurel offers the first and only Christian End-of-Life Doula Training Program, and her heart for walking alongside people in life's most tender moments is truly beautiful. If you'd like to connect... Continue Reading →
Nobody puts this one on a t-shirt. We've seen "Blessed" on farmhouse signs and coffee mugs and tote bags all over Pinterest. But I have yet to see anyone screen-print "Blessed are those who mourn" across their chest and head out the door. And yet here we are. Beatitude number two. Jesus is not finished... Continue Reading →
"Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, my God, till I declare your power to the next generation." — Psalm 71:18 Have you ever walked through a season so hard that you wondered if God had forgotten you or the ones you loved? I have. I watched my mother battle Alzheimer's.... Continue Reading →
I can still hear it. "I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan..." If you grew up in the seventies, you know exactly what I'm talking about. That perfume commercial told an entire generation of women that we could do it all. Have it all. Be it all. And we believed... Continue Reading →
One of my grandchildren had a move when he was little that still makes me laugh. If he didn't like something or if things weren't going his way, he would squinch up his little eyes and just stare at you. Hard. We started calling it his "angry eyes." He was not happy, and he wanted... Continue Reading →
I have a confession to make. I was a Christian women's speaker groupie. There. I said it. Two of my closest friends and I used to love going to big women's events together. Driving distance, four hours away, two-day conferences. It didn't much matter. We'd sit in those arenas with thousands of other women, soak... Continue Reading →
I sat at my kitchen table with my Bible open, a cup of coffee going cold beside me, and a women's retreat to prepare. The Beatitudes. Easy enough, I thought. I'd taught these before. Studied them. I basically had this one in the bag. And then I read them again. Something shifted quietly, the way... Continue Reading →
