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…
I have been so encouraged by so many of your comments over the past two weeks. It seems like you could be right on the verge of discovering or re-discovering something big God has for you.
So let me push you a little bit…prod you a smidgen…spur you on, as Paul would say.
The Bible tells us that God will supply what we need, Read more…
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That’s exactly the quandary I found myself stuck in several years ago.
After I had gone to college for two years, I returned to my hometown to work as a dental hygienist. But the following spring, I felt a tug to return to college and continue my education. I prayed and looked into various programs, but couldn’t get clear direction from God. Read more…
I love Moses. I can so relate to him.
[tweetherder]When Moses thought he was ready to do great things for God, he wasn’t. And then when he thought he wasn’t ready, he was![/tweetherder]
When Moses was forty years old, he struck out to save an entire Israelite nation from slavery…all by his lonesome.
God hadn’t called him to do it. Read more…
OK, now that’s a funny picture of me. I couldn’t figure out how to get the video to put a different one.
Today I am recouperating from a red-eye flight home from Oregon where I spent three days speaking at a retreat for some AMAZING women, one day with my AMAZING agent, and one day with my AMAZING Harverst House Publishing Team. Read more…
I can still remember the Saturday night rituals at my house when I was six-years-old. My mother wound my sun-streaked ash blonde hair in what seemed like a hundred pink sponge rollers. She’d swipe her middle and pointer fingers through the sticky jar of blue Dippidy-Do, slather it on a swatch of hair, and then wind the sponge round and round. Read more…
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He ironed. I watched.
I stood in the door frame of my guest room, watching my nephew, Jonathan, iron the wrinkles out of his crumpled shirt – the rumpled creases out of his crumpled heart.
He ironed and talked. I watched and listened.
Jonathan, my twenty-seven-year-old nephew, stopped by for a visit on his way to a wedding in my hometown. Read more…
I’ve been thinking about broken dreams lately.
We’ve all got them. Just different ones.
So what are you going to do with yours?
[tweetherder]Could it be that God is waiting for you to give Him the broken pieces of your shattered dreams so that He can make a beautiful mosaic from them?[/tweetherder]
Could it be that you are clinging tightly to the shards and refusing to let them go? Read more…
The hummingbirds are fighting again today.
The feeder is full. The nectar is fresh. The four yellow perches are available and waiting.
And two hummingbirds are fighting over it.
Every morning I get up and have a cup of coffee with God on my screened-in back porch. Right outside the door is a bright red hummingbird feeder. Read more…
Do you ever have days when you just want to give up? Days when you just want to throw up your hands and say, “Forget this!”
If so, you’re not alone. I’ve said it too. I’ve felt it too.
[tweetherder]The key to success in any endeavor is not give in to the human tendency to give up.[/tweetherder]
William James said,
