Heather J Jonsson
Where Riches Dwell
This past Sunday night I collected a few weekend photos, hoping to post about the needed fusion of fun and rest, community and solitude. Really, I thought it was charming. But then, in the blink of an …
I know, I know! NO ONE wants to hear about obedience, right? That is … until you have a sassy thirteen year old child, or a seventeen year old who slinks through the door past curfew with …
I would love for you to join us as we study Ephesians this summer! In six compact chapters, Paul’s letter to the church in Ephesus is as cosmic in scope as it is intimate in tender love. We serve a …
I have a confession to make. I am a big scaredy cat. I fear catapulting 35,000 feet above the earth, wedged together with 100 complete strangers. I fear Deep oceans where creatures lurk and toes …
Today the kids and I had one of those mornings. Your truly (yes, that’s me!) woke up on the wrong side of the bed. The side where one emerges from slumber like a grizzly bear out of hibernation. …
The women sat opposite the tomb, bereft of the one they loved. They had witnessed Jesus’ cruel march to death, and now, unwilling to lose Him so quickly, they had followed his bloodied body. …
Unmet expectations are highly flammable. Light a match and marriages clash, mothers loose their temper, and best of friends fall away. I remember early on in my marriage I would get so angry with my …
It feels like a truly horrid thing to say, but there it stood etched upon the pages of my prayer journal, “God, I feel like you betrayed us!” We had prayed, sought wise counsel and …
I love listening to the Gospels. Set free from the constraints of reading, my imagination opens up and runs free. Like a screenplay playing in my mind, scenes unfold revealing what mattered most to …
Have you ever been deeply in debt? I’m not talking about owing your friend $10 for an Uber you split last weekend. I mean, really in deep! Now that I’m a Mom of teenagers I feel the …
I want to tell you a secret. It is a story of my personal prison walls and a slow walk to abundant life. The year is 2004. My husband, an Air Force Pilot, boomeranged across the globe flying …
We sit in the middle of Holy Week. That place between enthusiastic Hosannas and the crucifixion of a friend and son, teacher and miracle worker. As if following the bullet across the stage of …
