“Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow” Psalm 51:7. When I was a newlywed I saw myself as a domestic goddess in the making. My genes confirmed such visions. My mom was a culinary diva; my dad was a card-carrying neat freak with zero tolerance
I wrote my last running post approximately two years ago, right before the beginning of the end of my running days. Indeed, just a few months later, I grew weary and stopped running. Next time you hear from me, I will be sharing why my running came to a halt, and how God has been
“Remember the days of old; consider the generations long past. Ask your father and he will tell you, your elders, and they will explain to you.” (Deuteronomy 32:7) I was driving west on I-40, arguably one of the most boring interstate stretches known to mankind–well, at least known to me. Thankfully, though, I had my
My racing days are over, at least for now. But reviewing, rewriting, and editing some of my old running posts has begun to stir within me a new hope and joy, not only in my running, but in all gifts where I meet God and enjoy his pleasure. Join me again today as we continue
“One of the reasons I love to run is because in it God has given me the gift of contentment.” I wrote those words five years ago when I came to the realization that running was a precious gift. I took the gift and learned to welcome its life lessons, hear God’s voice, and take
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