Two weeks ago, I was preparing for an upcoming trip to El Salvador with Compassion International and my ministry partners, Gwen Smith and Mary Southerland.
We were going to visit several projects in three different cities to get a better understanding how Compassion breaks the cycle of poverty among some of the world’s poorest populations. Read more…
I sat with my first cup of coffee on Saturday morning, reading the Living Section of the newspaper.
Steve, a non-coffee-drinker, read the editorial page.
He stopped to read an article out loud. It is a common practice between us. Even though we know the other will read it eventually, when something stirs us, Read more…
We all have defining moments in our lives.
The most important one is when we accept Jesus as Savior and Lord.
I became a Christian when I was a teenager, but it would be many, many years before I stopped living like a spiritual pauper and started living like a child of the King. I wonder if you can relate? Read more…
I so was moved by all your responses to my blog post, When You Have the “Why Bother” Blues. I hope you will go back and read through all the responses from women just like you. What you’ll find is that you are not alone! We all struggle.
But here’s some good news. Read more…
2014
new year with new challenges…and a few old ones that slid right on over into 2014 like grease on a slick countertop.
Tell me, have you ever wanted to throw up your hands because the same old struggles cling to your heart and wrap around your soul.
“Why bother! I’ve prayed. I’ve tried. I’ve cried. Read more…
He burned the plow. Now before you decide that this post is too strange, I challenge you to stick with me a minute. Sometimes when I’m reading the Bible, one little sentence jumps out and grabs me by the heart. That’s what happened today when I read 1 Kings 19:19-21. Take a look… Read more
I sat in a giant swing with two other crazy women. Strapped in. Hanging on. Poised to be flung out over a cliff…over and above a valley below…way below.
I’m excited to meet Jesus. I really am. But this was not how I envisioned it happening.
We were at a women’s retreat in Colorado, and I was the speaker. Read more…
A summer storm was brewing somewhere off in the distance. I could smell it. Trees waved their arms in warning and leaves quivered in fear.
I closed the book I was reading to make a mad dash to the grocery store, glad it was only a few miles away. Just ahead an angry dark sky threw bolts of light to the earth, Read more…
I messed up… again.
I didn’t even want to get back up.
I didn’t feel like I could.
But then I remembered a poem I had tucked in a book almost thirty years ago. I pulled it out. Read it. And got back up…again.
The Race
By D. H. Groberg
A children’s race–young boys, Read more…
Sometimes life doesn’t turn out the way we thought it would. Sometimes unexpected difficulties knock us off our feet and out of breath. Sometimes painful situations stab tender emotions already left fragile by past hurts.
In my own life, I’ve pondered the broken pieces of shattered dreams, and I’ve been amazed at what God has done with the pieces. Read more…