If you would have told me a couple of years ago that I would write a book in my empty nest years, I would not have believed you! (I also would not have believed you if you told me that I would also get 2 tattoos—but that’s another post!) I am 60 years old! I…
“Why are you watching that? It will only stress you out!” That is what my husband said recently when he saw me watching one of a few documentaries that have interested me: Amazon’s “Shiny Happy People,” Hulu’s “The Secrets of Hillsong,” and Hulu’s “God Forbid.” All stories of ministries that were started by sincere people (I…
I wrote a book about biblical joy, entitled Everyday Prayers for Joy. I’ve also battled depression. Am I a hypocrite? Well, I’m sure there have been times when I have not “practiced what I preach,” but I do believe that depression and biblical joy can coexist. There are seasons when I find myself feeling exhausted…
If I were to describe my relationship with my dad, the word I would use would be “complicated”. I’ve never known life without him and I can’t imagine him not being here. He lived his life with his own set of rules and way of doing things. I guess most of us do the same….
Recently I was asked this question: “What keeps you coming back to church?” My mind immediately began to sift through all the things that drew us to the church we have been attending for about 3 months. After going through some difficult church situations we were tired, discouraged, confused, disillusioned…you name it! We felt it! We needed time…
The setting is a large bright room filled with an assortment of colorful toys. There is a cute play kitchen with dishes and plastic food on the shelf. Big, colorful, soft foam blocks stand stacked in one corner; a little play house stands in the other. There are toy trucks, plastic people and animals, and…
When we are young we often look ahead and conclude that we will reach a level of maturity and strength when we enter later seasons of life. Life, time, and God (if we allow him to) have a tendency to reveal how very weak we are and how very much we need His strength each…
The setting is a quiet waiting room. Sitting in a hard plastic chair, I patiently wait for my turn to be seen by the doctor. Listening intently for my name to be called, I am surrounded by people who are reading magazines, watching the news, or staring at thier phones. Suddenly an elderly woman, her white…
