Remember the hope of glory

I'm pretty sure I'm one of the most forgetful people on the planet. I joke that I think I have early dementia, but it might not be a joke. I forget the names of people I've known for a long time. I forget what I was doing when I walk into a room, and have… Continue reading Remember the hope of glory

Remember the mystery

There's a handmade wooden sign in the hallway leading to my bedroom with these words in black: " And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” - Matthew 28:20 I walk by that sign daily and don't give it a thought, but the other day I stopped and read it over and over. I considered whether… Continue reading Remember the mystery

Remember, God can replace anyone’s heart

Today I got in my car and drove away from my house alone. Again. However many Sundays there are in 28 years, that's how many Sundays (minus a few Christmas and Easter Sundays) I've been going to church alone. Almost every Sunday I have to fight the numbness that threatens. Going to church every Sunday… Continue reading Remember, God can replace anyone’s heart

How four flawed churches helped me love Christ more

Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com I’ve been in a church since the week after I was born. Every church I’ve been part of has impacted my life in a unique way. Like an arm is different from the liver, these churches were all very different. Among them were bad teachings. But at each church… Continue reading How four flawed churches helped me love Christ more

On looking up

Photo on Pexels.com An invisible weight presses, keeping me from lifting my head many days. I’m looking down, backing away, shrinking into obscurity, feeling like Naomi, "I went away full, and the LORD has brought me back empty." (Ruth 1:21) And in those dark, heavy, brow-furrowed days, I've learned to cry out. Lift my head.… Continue reading On looking up

Bidding moms of young children to rest in the power of Christ

My sons are now sixteen and eighteen, but the days of bending over to care for their needs seems like it was just yesterday. The years I spent investing my life in theirs felt like a mix of chaos, cherished moments and sheer exhaustion at the time. My mothering isn’t over, it’s just entered another… Continue reading Bidding moms of young children to rest in the power of Christ