How To Turn Mental Defeat Into Victory
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. …
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. …
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 …
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 …
As I have come to this side of Easter, something new grew in my heart. I gave my mind space for holy imagination, and painted strokes to fill in the picture on the pages. My heart journeyed through …
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 …
Beloved are you who, like Eve, saw the vine dripping with delicacies and plucked it’s forbidden fruit. Many nights you have grieved a harvest stained by your past. Yet you rise from the ashes, …
Only a few times over the past week have I cracked my heart open to feel the weight of what is happening in Ukraine. Most of the time I protect my heart from the full capacity of this sorrow, because …
I hate to fly. Not in the sense, “I hate to fly because airports are annoying and rude customers are aggravating.” But rather, I hate to fly because I might, best case scenario, throw up …
Standing on the banks of uncertainty, I, like Jacob, wrestled with God. I anguished in the not knowing. I wrung my hands over my unknown future. Would the other side of the river hold tender …
This picture can hardly do justice to the messy situation residing inside my purse. I usually keep the mess tucked away and out of view, but I became quite self-conscious this morning as I realized I …