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Her name was Hope…

I was almost home, only a block from my house, when I saw her lying there on the side of the road. An elderly woman had fallen into a snowbank and couldn’t get up. I slammed on my brakes, pulled over, and ran to help her. As I got closer, I could smell the alcohol.…

look for the light…

Love your neighbor. I say it all the time. I do my best to live it out. Sometimes, that means shoveling. Other times, it means watering plants. For the last three years, it has meant that I look for the light. Every morning, when I get up at 5:00am for devotions and coffee, I look…

useless to useful…

Useless. That’s what they called him. Useless. It was literally the meaning of his name. Useless. Can you imagine if that was the word used to describe you? There is a man in the book of Philemon that was known for it. Onesimus was described by Paul as useless, and for good reason. He was…

my joy went missing…

This week, my joy went missing. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to find it. I think it may have gotten buried underneath expensive car repairs, sick kids, big decisions, a mountain of to-dos, job rejections and lack of sleep. As I was lamenting my lack of joy to the Lord this…

be at peace…

Do you have anyone in your life who is difficult to be at peace with? I do. And I gotta say that sometimes, being at peace is no small task…and definitely not always very fun or very fair. For the last year, I’ve been wrestling with what the Bible says about being a peacemaker because…

the love of money…

Money. It can be a sensitive subject, right? Sometimes, people get offended if you ask them about their money situation because they consider it a private affair.   Other times, people flaunt their money for all to see, which can also be offensive. Some people have lots of money. Others, not so much.  Some people…

when I hit rock bottom…

I still take a deep breath before I tell my story to someone new. A really big deep breath. Because my story is humbling. I’ve said this before, but it’s true: I’ve made all the mistakes. All of them. There is a reason I am so passionate about God and his love. There is a…

running the race…

I remember how I felt so vividly: the rush of adrenaline, the sweaty palms, the nervous stomach. On track meet days in high school, I was a wreck. The whole day. In the hours leading up to the event, before I even put on my uniform, my heart would start to beat faster in anticipation…

do this one thing…

I went to church every Sunday. I volunteered at church. A lot. I was part of a small group. I listened to Christian music. I had wonderful mentor moms. I had solid Christian friends. I thought I was doing good in the faith department. But… there was one thing I didn’t do. Just one thing.…

courageous faith…

One of my favorite memories of my hubby’s last football season has nothing to with Friday nights under the lights or the excitement of winning 11 straight games. It was actually how he responded when he started receiving attention for the success of the team. About four games into the season, T.V. stations started calling…