It's All About Connection
I stood behind the heavy, dark doors wondering what awaited me on the other side. Tossing up a silent prayer, I sheepishly stepped into the crowded room. Would I recognize any of the faces staring back at me? Would I be offered a seat? Would conversations come easily or would they feel staged and awkward?... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I feel like running away. Away from dirty dishes. Piles of laundry. Full schedules. Late nights and early mornings. Away from difficult people. From unfair expectations. From the hardest parts of my day. Yes, I sometimes wish I could escape all the not-so-fun, wearing-me-out, breaking-my-heart part of life. And I wonder, do you... Continue Reading →
"If allowed, life’s circumstances will empty us, rendering us incapable of living fully as God intended. But if we’re paying attention, we will notice when trouble is brewing. We will recognize when our behavior indicates we are nearing empty. And then, in that moment, we realize the choice becomes ours. We decide whether or not... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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