It's All About Connection
Shoes skidding, whistles blowing, balls slamming the floor - yet, I heard nothing. My eyes remained fixed on the keyboard carefully positioned in my lap hours earlier. An awkward makeshift desk, yes, but my desk wasn’t the issue. The issue was an impending deadline and the lack of internet necessary to make it happen.... Continue Reading →
I felt as if I was drowning. One hard thing stacked upon another. Their combined weight threatening to thrust me so deep beneath the surface, I feared I may never reemerge. Would this boundless series of struggles ever dissipate? Days into months; months into years. Would I ever see the sun again? This sounds dramatic,... Continue Reading →
I remember the day we learned of my grandson’s heart defect. Shock over the news. Grief over what may not be. Tears for this little life that would come into the world struggling with more than many of us will ever endure. Yet, we were committed to him, to giving him the very best... Continue Reading →
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 →
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