Book-satchel in tow, I scrambled off the dusty, yellow school bus onto where the farm-to-market road comes to a “T.” Finally home, I was glad to leave the hand-clapping game in the front of the bus and the loud kissing in the back. My second-grade stomach grumbled loudly, anticipating the brownies my mother promised to bake. As I rounded the …
I tumbled off the school bus with a satchel full of childhood woes. An imperfect score, a classroom bully, and a lost jacket weighed heavily on my mind. In my nine years, this day had possibly been the worst. I needed my mother. Trudging onto the back porch, I swung the screen door open and my satchel to the floor. The …
Unable to focus. Low to midrange anxiety. An overall feeling of yuckiness. I know this experience all too well. Looming and overwhelming, this emotion throws a damper onto every subsequent action. Both plans and projects are affected by a general impression that something is wrong. And that something is probably me. Ever felt that way? Over the years, I’ve found …
Dreams are odd, aren’t they? In this one, I watched the lifespan of an insignificant fetus, and yet knew I was the embryo. As I swam in the largeness of a womb, my indistinct form floated at will, content with my surroundings. I had all that I needed for life, so I drifted, formless, and unconstrained, fully content in the …
You might say it started with a severed ear. With a rush to colonize the West Indies, strained relationships between Britain and Spain escalated over the fight for resources in the area. During a routine trade journey near Jamaica, the British ship Rebecca was halted by a Spanish coast guard. Spanish soldiers demanded boarding rights on the British brig, claiming …
Death flew into our family that day on the wings of a storm-tossed, little bird. My thoughts struggled to find words of explanation. I knew the answer full-well but felt unprepared to explore the topic with my precious preschoolers. For days, our small Samsung TV tried valiantly to warn us of the pending deluge. Although our Chinese language was still …
Today’s guest post is by my friend, Kelli Comley. I first met her several years ago at a conference, when she was obviously one of the youngest in attendance. Even as a high school student, Kelli’s passion to know Jesus was evident in the way her quiet personality blossomed as she spoke of Him. Now studying nutrition at Texas Tech …
By Hannah Persall Svebakken As a child, I knew my dad was for me. I knew he was proud of me. I knew he loved me. He regularly told me these things. He regularly talked with me and listened to me. I knew what was important to him and I knew he cared to know what was important to me. We …
You have more of the Word within you than you are currently accessing. Think about it. You’ve read a multitude of verses in church or class. You’ve underlined dozens of Scriptures in your Bible. By now, you have sat for hours, reading the Bible in devotional books or just from your own copy of the Word in your lap. …
My dear child, True religion isn’t “controlling your every action”. True religion is letting My life loose within you. Rules and regulations never make anything perfect, not even you. I’m the only perfect One. Precious, remember that I look past all the stuff and into your heart. I’m always searching for the submissive, not the subjective. …
