truth

finding balance?

Being a parent is no joke.  It seems like I do not have enough time in the day, EVER, to get stuff done.  Actually, I get plenty done: driving kids around, yard work, laundry, meals, and paying bills.  I’m talking about the “me” stuff. That’s the stuff I can’t figure out how to do.  Please…

it isn’t fair…

It isn’t fair! Do you know how many times I have said that phrase? Too many times.   As a kid, I remember righteous indignation boiling to the surface and spilling out of me when I faced an injustice.     It isn’t fair! I would yell as I stomped my foot.   Usually, it…

willing to be a fool…

I am willing to be a fool for you. That’s the promise that I made to God when I started writing. Through the good, the bad and the ugly, I vowed to be transparent so that others could see his tremendous love and power at work in my life. The journey has not been easy…

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…

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.…

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…

whispers…

The Sermon on the Mount whispers to us. It can only be heard if we are listening closely. Really listening. Sitting at the feet of Jesus, staring intently at his face, hanging on every word. Listening.   Mesmerized by his wisdom. Captivated by his love. Listening. Then, and only then, will we hear it. Quietly…

love isn’t enough…

I’m completely unqualified to speak on this giant topic, I fully understand. Utterly unqualified. I’m talking about: Mass shootings. Hate crimes. Human trafficking. Violence. How did our country get so lost? The problem seems so big….so beyond me. It feels like there is nothing I can do that would make a difference. Have you felt…

when trouble comes your way…

It’s taken me a REALLY long time to agree with James 1:2-4: “Dear brothers and sisters, when trouble comes your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed,…