It's All About Connection
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
The word failure dangles within my sight. I reach out and take hold of it, knowing it belongs to me. Its presence so strong, my eyes refuse to focus on anything else. I don’t see progress. Or second chances. And certainly not grace. I only see failure. It follows me around throughout my day, clinging... Continue Reading →
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