Sometimes you expect you’re getting a Rachel and you wake up with a Leah.
Okay, I know that example might connect better with a guy, but you get the point.
Let me try that again. What do you do after you’ve crossed the Red Sea of obstacles, only to be dying of thirst at Marah three days later? Read more…
I just got my braces off…again.
I have had braces on my upper teeth three times. Count them. One. Two. Three.
As the orthodontist explained, “Teeth have a memory. They always want to go back to the way they were.”
As soon as he said those words, I felt convicted. I have a tendency to go back to the way I was. Read more…
I often think of my life like a story God is writing…and so is yours. And to be honest, some parts of the story I don’t really like.
If it were up to me, I would have written some of it differently. My second child would not have died, and I would have a daughter who would be 26 years old this year. Read more…
My son keeps me laughing with funny videos posted on YouTube.com. One was from the movie Hercules.
Rumor has it that the script had the word “disappointed” in parenthesis, noting that the actor was to say the line as if he were disappointed. Instead, when the actor got to that particular line he yelled out…DISAPPOINTED! Oops! Read more…
Today’s blog is long, but I want to encourage you to read to the end. This message could make the difference between finding success or giving up too soon.
What do you do when your ship pulls up anchor and sails off without you? How do you respond when life doesn’t turn out like you thought it would? Read more…
Have you ever been so discouraged that you just wanted to stay in bed and pull the covers up over your head? Maybe that’s where you are right now.
I’ve hidden under the covers a time or two myself. OK, well maybe more than two.
So how to we venture out? How do we get past what we can’t get over? Read more…
It was truly a work of art. Yes, one eye was much larger than the other, the nose resembled a giant squash, and the ears looked like saucers on the side of his head.
But my kindergarten son’s self-portrait unveiled on parents’ night is a masterpiece I’ve treasured through the years.
As I looked at Steven’s drawing, Read more…
Congratulations to Sandra Hogge, the winner of a copy of Take Hold of the Faith You Long For from the random drawing from the comments of last blog post!!!
When I was six years old, I skipped off to first grade with a fresh box of crayons, a crisp green dress with Swiss polka dots sleeves, and a fresh hope that I would be good enough—that someone would at least like me.
But first grade only confirmed my fears. I wasn’t good enough after all.
From the time my teacher held up the first spelling flash card, Read more…
I sat on my back porch, wrapped in my fuzzy worn robe—the one that’s twenty years old but I just can’t seem to get rid of.
The birch tree leaves shivered in the cool morning crispness and the gerbera daisies that had been sleeping beneath the soil through the winter months, stretched their faces to the sun . Read more…