In the dream, I was a little girl again scrubbing a stain on the linoleum. On hands and knees, I scoured the inky blot as an unseen figure stood over me. Forced at the task until the sickening discoloration disappeared, I kept my head down as my tears mingled with the blackness of the blot. Each time I awoke, I …
First Class. If you have ever flown, you have had opportunity to envy those passengers. While you stood in line awaiting your group to be called, they boarded first, chose their pre-flight drink and settled into their roomy seats. While you shuffled past with your mounds of carry-on’s, their items had either been complimentarily checked or stowed in …
I hate waiting. Yes, yes, I know how that I’m to wait on the Lord to gain new strength (Isaiah 40:31) and that I’m commanded to rest and wait patiently for Him (Psalm 37:7). I know that patience is a fruit of the Spirit. I know all that stuff. But that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m saying …
Eight weeks ago, I cut my fingers. Three of them. On my dominate hand. Pretty badly. Eleven stitches which involved four hours. The recipe? Fingers added to hand-blender plus unexpected electricity. Yeah, I wouldn’t recommend it. They are healing quite nicely and I’m even typing now with all fingers…but I’m telling you, those three fingers still feel weird. The …
Holy Father, Thank You for Your kind and gentle words regarding my weak faith. Sometimes, I wonder how You can be so patient – especially when my sins continue to revolve around the same issues year after year. I confess to You that my thoughts haven’t been on trust, but on worry. I’ve worried about Ebola, our government, …
Struggling with how to intercede? Print this one out to pray over your loved ones: —————— Holy Father, Thank You for being available to hear us (Psalm 65:2). We thank You as well for sending Your Son as a bridge so that we can experience You. As I come before You on behalf of _________, I thank …
An eerie quiet settled over the accident scene. From my driver’s seat, I could smell the toxicity of burnt rubber mixed with leaking engine fluid. Adjusting my rear-view mirror, I was relieved to see that the blood I was tasting was only from the impact of biting my own lip. As I mentally pried my hands off the steering wheel, the sound of …
Father, why do I keep guilt simmering in my life? What do you mean? Well, it seems that I’m always either guilty that I did something or guilty that I didn’t. What are you afraid of? I am afraid of upsetting you somehow. I don’t want to displease You, but then again, don’t really know what …
Let me introduce you to the Guilt Grub. Ravenous and relentless, the Guilt Grub chews on you whenever you think you have done something wrong, draining you of life-sap and energy. The amazing thing about the Guilt Grub is that he not only gnaws on you while you judge yourself; he can also eat …
I took the whole “train-up-a-child” thing very literally. When I vacuumed, two-year-old Hannah slung a child-sized broom around the room. When I dusted, she took a Kleenex and tired to wear a hole into her designated spot on the coffee table. When I washed the dishes, her little 24-month old arms drug a chair next to me, …
