Why is life so hard sometimes? Treading along the pathway, looking down. Searching for hope in the world. Around us. Fighting fear. Blind with dread. Struggling for hope. Reasoning our life. Our situations. Our circumstances in our heads. I am…it seems. We live. As if Jesus is still dead. And the hope we once had. […]
Why You Can’t Just Sit On The Sidelines
Today is orphan Sunday. Do you remember when YOU were an orphan? Before you met Christ? When you walked in darkness? Without hope or a family? I do. And it makes me rejoice even more that I am adopted into the Kingdom of God! All glory be to our precious Savior! So, please, celebrate […]
On The Edge Of Faith. Afraid to Jump. Where Our Foster Daughter Finds Jesus.
She sits on the edge of diving. Diving into a world foreign to what she knows. She waits. Hesitates. Wants to know…. Is it real? Will this hurt me? Can I really be….something other than what I have been being? And I see the war. So tangible. Waking me in sleeping hours, to help her fight […]
Faith Like A Surfboard
What draws them to the water’s edge? When sharks lurk. And a surfer just got killed a day before they go? What is it in my son’s blood….that drives him to the only place, he feels alive and is ever home? And was it bubbling over, in my husband. Also. Long before we met? This ocean’s […]
Finding Hope in a Hopeless World
The red coated stranger. In loafers. And mustache. Puts his palm out. Turns head away from….The Hope-filled One….Passing out tracts. And last time I came here…. There were no tracts. No Jesus. No noticeable believers. So bold in a city. Unmasking. Christianity. Only…. Palm readers. Beggars. Buildings of Scientology, asking you to pay […]
When Perfectionism Strikes. And 5 Minutes With God.
I have a confession to make. I know it’s true….simply because of the discomfort I feel. As I spit out this unflattering, unChristlike, prideful rising truth…. “I am a perfectionist.” I often have this unsettled insistence that things be just perfect. In fact, when I was little….I used to go up and down the isles. Aligning boxes […]