Sometimes I wonder if they'll ever see --- If I'll ever see. I'd slept with my contact lenses in, and oozed with the pain of bad conjunctivitis the next three consecutive weeks -- ...and so they gathered around my kitchen island, and I asked them to sit while I stood. The ulcer was blinding me… Continue reading Hey Wearied Women — Come to the Well & You’ll be Well
To every Mama battling busy, feeling behind --- You who fight fatigue, struggle over fear, and worry about the future - We know -- mothering can strip the strongest woman thin -- and this really is a tough gig. No doubt, it brings lots of joy. But there's no mistaking it -- lots of heartaches… Continue reading A Word to The Weary Mama: *Just Come*
What stirred deep within was a longing for a Father's love where I could be found. And held.
Post by the Husband "...by canceling the record of debt that stood against us with its legal demands. This he set aside, nailing it to the cross."Colossians 2:14 There is only three things that you can do with debt. You pay it back, you delay payment, or you never pay it back. Having a mortgage… Continue reading What Being Forgiven Really Means
Sports, Pyschology and Us: what truly drives us
The question isn’t who is exempt from this grief; not when you realize that things aren’t the way they are supposed to be and that “normal” won’t resume at the time you wish it returns, the question is “how are we going to get through this?”
That great surrender was the climax of His obedience every single step of every single way on every single day.
The Husband shares about the fear of the uncertainty --- and how peace can remain
That perhaps, this is what life comes down to --- not in the money we amass, or the people we impress, or that we've never messed up and we'll always be liked --- but that we come to the reality that we have been born for such a time as this.
Dear Fears, You challenged, conditioned and controlled me — but I’m telling you: I’m so through with you today.
A friend messaged me one night, one prime question burning hot into her night: “how do I know?” I know what she meant. She wanted to know if he really was Mr Right for her. "Were we meant to be together?"--- she seemed to be asking. She was pressing in to know if there was… Continue reading Trusting God as The Author of Your Love Story
It's true --- revival comes in the ripples of the quiet pool of deep love.
“Faith is the gift of God. So is the air, but you have to breathe it; so is bread, but you have to eat it; so is water, but you have to drink it.” --- D.L. Moody
What about you?
What gets you up and going in the morning?
There is a Cross from which He hung, so you can have a ladder that reaches up back to Heaven;
Your one step up so you can enjoy this gift of rest ---
This gift of being.