More Than Music

I’m driving along, singing loudly with one of my favorite songs, when I hear a little voice rise from the back seat. I turn the music down and glance in my rear view mirror as I ask her to repeat herself. “I was asking you what this song is about....

In Light of the Truth

I sat in the tiny chapel for the second night in a row.  I was hoping for a special Word for my heart alone but feared that it had already come and, unbeknownst to me, had slipped past unnoticed. Retreats are always like that for me. I come with hopes and expectations...

Learning to Jump

When my daughter was a little over a year old, she decided that it was time to learn to jump.  She had been walking – and doing something that vaguely resembled running – for a couple of months, but she had never taken the leap, per se, to begin jumping. ...

The Answers

My heart is unsteady. It always is, to some extent, but today…….today I don’t know what to think. Today I am a little bit scared and anxious for myself, and once again I find myself a little bit scared and anxious for my child. Once again, I see...

Enough

After church the other day, I was talking with a friend about a particularly stressful and anxiety-inducing situation she is dealing with right now. She is waiting on a decision to be made – by someone else – that will affect her life in real ways every...

Letting Go And Moving On

I try not to do this very often, but it’s been pressed on my heart that I need to re-publish this post from about a year and a half ago.  If this is for you (or you think you know who it IS for), I pray it’s a blessing. _______________________________...

Days Like This

It’s one of those days. One of those days when “need to” clashes violently with “don’t feel like it,” and “want to” is not at all the same as “have to.”  When my spirit feels weighed down and lethargic.  When...

To Show Our Love

I didn’t know what to think about it then, and I’m not sure what to think about it now. He sat on the sidewalk outside the store, the narrow awning doing little to shield him from the misty rain. A half-burnt cigarette dangled from his dirty fingers; a...

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