...that perhaps to start a new season right is to begin with pursuing an intimacy with God not just for a period of time, but as a preoccupation of life
When we believe in people for who they presently are, and invest in people in who they can potentially be --- we make imprints, change lives, carve history, and sustain a ministry that outlasts natural lives.
I snoozed the buzzing alarm, and slowly pulled myself from blanket’s thick warmth.
It was one morning of a hurricane.
I hurried through getting food on the table and into the lunch boxes. Rushed the children up their bed, out the door and into the car.
All rushing leads to nothing, and rest always comes to the still.
I jumped right into the driver seat. “Can’t be late today”, I muttered to self, quickly glancing at myself in the mirror, sighing: “When will i ever exit the house like I’ve got it together?”
That night at a dinner, I sat in front of a lady who animatedly told me about her exciting life. Career, children, and commitments – she said she was glad she was doing it all. I looked down the floor avoiding her eyes. The voice inside of me questioning why I can’t ever seem to get my act together like…
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It is always possible to find the will of God. And in that place, find your peace and call in life.
...seriously, you're simply loved just the way you are -- & there's no need to prove your worth, & you can simply be your very best and shine in your own wonderful way
I'd never forget it, that Christmas a couple of years back, when instead of leaping out of bed in excitement for the Christmas concert she'd been practising for months, she was too sore to eat or drink let alone talk, due to the hand foot and mouth disease that left eleven nasty ulcers in her… Continue reading What the Kid’s Really Sayin’
So here we are --- rounding up the first full term of school, finishing up the first quarter of a brand new year, gearing up for the joyful time away ahead, and Kathy Troccoli—- she’s singing this song, beckoning me to pause and praise, inviting me to stop and drink, comforting me to trust and rest. I want… Continue reading The Dance of Trust
Dear You, Really, it's You, and Me, and Us...and the whole company of us all here, who feel a little like losers...like we've made the biggest blunders today...and regret over the failure of not parenting right...who flounder our way through our day - emotional - and days feeling far from perfect... You - and I - and us,… Continue reading Twilight Grace in Impossible Places
"Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers, but his delight is in the law of the Lord and on His law he meditates day and night..." (Psalm 1:1-2) I run my hand through the burgeoning thickness of her… Continue reading Enjoying Life Small
When they broke the news, my world broke into a thousand fragments. They flew him in a coffin, face white as brazen snow. The warm dances of his fingertips once ruffling through my hair, his gentle soothing voices calming me to sleep, stopped short, and sudden. There wasn't time for any goodbyes and the last story's still hanging in mid air... When… Continue reading How to Reclaim the Broken Within You
The birds chirped gayly outside of my front porch, flitting and flapping and basking in the now glorious sun. Sweet moments of warmth covered the earth, dabbed the downpour and lifted my soul, and both birds and I were soon humming together... I caught myself gazing at the refraction of light on the dirt muddy soil, pools of sand whirling… Continue reading How to Make Space When Life Feels Overcrowded
The middle boy dragged himself across the room, flinging dirty socks and leaving trails of leaves and sand across the doorway. The oldest girl unpacked school bag, waltzing back into the living room, hugging literatures and vowing to finish them all by tonight. The toddler clung to my feet, arms raised, asking to be carried, completely oblivious to how… Continue reading Enough Grace for Our Day
My mind often swirls with thoughts and my heart races to write... yet I struggle... I halt creative ideas longing to be penned...thoughts begging to be put into words...moments pleading to be captured into memories...and emotions,...asking to meet the Word so feelings can be birthed into living... Writing is hard... Because anything that requires a bit of us to give away… Continue reading Blogging for the Audience of One
I have no idea how rapidly time's elapsed, or how children seem to grow in a blink, but I turned around this morning and saw three wide-smiling faces from the back of the car, chatting away as if they were the best of friends, eating crumbs off their fingers with the least of care in the world ...and… Continue reading When Having Children Changes You
...So, how do you live large when news of the world is all dark and dead? I mean, tell me, how are you supposed to be all cheery and bright, when you know that half way on the other side of the world, there is nothing but utter despair, complete tragedy? What hope is there when the fear… Continue reading How to Live Large and Free When the World is Dark and Dead