Today reflects the seasons of life in which we think all hope is gone. It is a pause between defeat and victory, sorrow and joy, burden and peace, death and life. Take heart my beloved friends, Sunday always comes! I wrote this post five years ago on such a day as this. I
It was Thanksgiving Day, but it hardly seemed like it. It was close to eighty degrees, and the air was thick, the skies were wet, and so was the deck of our ship. The mountainside was green as green can get. Our view during the van ride up the mountain was so full of vegetation
As a child, I did not like oatmeal. To me, it was tasteless slime that slithered down my throat, much like okra. I never was a picky eater, so other than the company of liver and tongue, there wasn’t much else that I refused to eat. But it has taken me years to grow
Although today’s post can stand alone, it was written hand in hand with yesterday’s. If you haven’t read it already, let me encourage you to carve a few extra minutes into your day and read it before moving on. *** On that dreaded day, January 23rd of 1987, when I was 17 and and
“[R]emember who you were when you first arrived, and reclaim the gift of true self.” – Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak “What a Long time it can take to become the person one has always been! How often in the process we mask ourselves in faces that are not our own.” – Parker
The one place I have learned I can’t do it all alone As a self-proclaimed textbook introvert, I have typically functioned under the assumption that alone is always better. I have the perfect part-time job in an office where I can go for days without seeing more than a single person. When I cook,
If you missed it, make sure you go read Gideon Part 1 first. God is With You, Mighty Warrior You see, during that staff meeting, my bosses at Cornerstone Academy saw in me something that I could not see in myself. They could see that I had it in me to the do the job and
photo credit The Wine Press is No Place to Thresh Wheat The year was 2008. I sat at a long table positioned at the front end of a very big room, a room too large for this Monday night Cornerstone Academy staff meeting. The rest of the rooms in our host church’s building were either
[et_pb_section admin_label=”section”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] The one place where I learn that I can do hard things This post is dedicated to and written for all of my fantastic “frunners” from my local chapter of Moms Run This Town, a group of women whose dedication, wisdom, and encouragement inspire