It's All About Connection
I paused, reading the verse a second time: “O Lord, I have so many enemies; so many are against me.” This is how Psalm 3 begins. It was written by David, heart-heavy over fleeing for his life from his son, Absalom. I cannot imagine running for my life; I certainly can’t imagine my child... Continue Reading →
She knew who she was; she knew what she’d done; she knew how she’d lived. Entering the home of a Pharisee would have been uncomfortable, to say the least. Add on to that the fact that the Messiah himself was visiting the Pharisee’s home and her appearance there seems even more unlikely. Yet, she... Continue Reading →
I wish I could say I have this Mary thing down pat. I don’t, but I’m really trying. Trying to carve out time – every single day - for what’s truly important. Trying to live more focused on the people surrounding me rather than the things distracting me. Because I’m task oriented, this doesn’t... Continue Reading →
My (in)courage Devotional Bible refers to her as "the Bent Woman". Her story is brief, consisting of a mere eight verses. But it's a story worth reading, a message worth hearing. This precious woman had been crippled for more than eighteen years. Eighteen long years of bent over walking, unable to straighten up at... Continue Reading →
He calls to me. Once, then twice. Possibly more. Okay, okay, God. I’m listening now. Yes, I know. I’ve messed up. I said something I shouldn’t have said; did something I shouldn’t have done; ran ahead of You when I should have waited; taken matters into my own hands. Again. I think Sarah struggled much... Continue Reading →
Some called her servant. Others called her slave. Looked down upon by those she served. Looked down upon by society in general. Unimportant. Nothing special. Considered a nobody by the day’s standards. Yet, her story is one we find recorded within the pages of God’s word. Her name was Hagar. Hagar’s circumstances were... Continue Reading →
Some days I’m known as the one who messed up. Usually I place this label on myself, feeling heartbroken over harsh words I’ve spoken or insensitive actions I’ve taken. But what if my mistake is a really big one? One that people will remember? One that will go along with me into each new relationship... Continue Reading →
Their names were Naomi, Ruth, and Orpah; three strangers who became family. All three suffered great loss. All three faced an uncertain future. It must have been hard for Naomi to suggest that she complete her journey alone. It must have been hard for Orpah to say goodbye and stay behind. It must have been... Continue Reading →
I’m an emotional eater. There, I said it. There’s no taking it back. No more pretending. Here it is, printed in black and white for all the world to see. And that scares me. To declare this as truth is to admit I don’t have it all together. It’s to make myself vulnerable. To share... Continue Reading →
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