proverbs 31 woman
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.…
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…
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.…
leaves, but no fruit…
Leaves, but no fruit. That was the problem with the fig tree that Jesus saw on his way into Jerusalem in Matthew 21. From afar, the tree looked healthy and vital because it had lush, green leaves. Trees as beautiful as this tree were supposed to produce abundant, delicious figs. The leaves were supposed to…
Why I don’t want to be the G.O.A.T.
I realized something while studying Matthew 18-20 and it’s this: I can’t pursue greatness and godliness at the same time. It’s one or the other. One is about glory for self and one is about glory for God. One is about being great and one is about being the least. The world says be the…
holding on…
I’m just going to throw this out there, even though you will probably think I am crazy. Actually, if you read my blogs often enough, chances are good you already think I am nuts…so what do I have to lose? Here it is: when I go for jogs, I hear God speak to me. Sometimes,…
an inventory of my heart…
I took an inventory of my heart this week, to see what was taking up space in there. What I found was not so stellar. Some of it wasn’t so bad – like the love and desire that I have to chase Jesus with reckless abandon, or the deep passion I have to share truth.…
the post about bread…
I love bread. I miss eating good bread (thank you, gluten intolerance). I wish I could go back to when I was a kid and bread was a staple at the dinner table – when it was considered necessary and nutritional. And I could eat it without feeling sick. These days, bread is classified as…
just because you believe something doesn’t make it true…
For years, I made decisions based on what I believed. I believed I had to look a certain way. I believed I had to be a certain weight. I believed I had to dress just right. I believed I needed to have the perfect house. I believed that if I could be as close to…
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