a planted life | learning to love
Come with your indifference with your mocking with your doubts with your questions come with your lies with your rejection with your acceptance with your imperfections come with your health with your doctrine with your thoughts with your past come with your burdens with your poverty with your riches with your fear whatever you do... Continue Reading →
Dr. Russel Moore, me and my gone-to-Jesus Grandma Oleta have something in common: The Little Drummer Boy is one of our favorite Christmas songs. I read Dr. Moore's, "In Defense of 'The Little Drummer Boy'" this morning and smiled. I've been driving through busy traffic, writing to-do lists, wrapping presents, and trying to stay on... Continue Reading →
My husband's on the couch watching cat video's on Youtube. One of my teenagers is nursing an injured hand, the result of punching the wall in anger after an exercise band sprang back and smacked him in the face. The other teenager is getting ready to head to the hospital with me to play some... Continue Reading →
You know what's impossible? That I could jump to the moon. That a virgin could concieve a baby. That my dishes will be done and kitchen cleaned by my teenage boys without me asking before I get home from work. And that anyone would ever love Jesus. What follows here are some of my thoughts... Continue Reading →
For the Christian, hope is a rescue. And it is a promise sealed in the blood of Christ. But 2000 years downstream from that cleansing flow, and 2000 years into more human suffering and depravity, heck, just 44 years into a life and I start to ask with the Psalmist, "How long O Lord?" And,... Continue Reading →
When someone follows up what they tell me they'll do with an emphatic, "I will! I promise!" my doubt doubles. It's as though they weren't trustworthy in the first place and now slapping the words, "I promise" on their trustworthiness they emphasize their untrustworthiness and I doubt all the more they'll follow through on their... Continue Reading →
'Then she let them down by a rope through the window, for her house was built into the city wall, so that she lived in the wall. And she said to them, "Go into the hills, or the pursuers will encounter you, and hide there three days until the pursuers have returned. Then afterward you... Continue Reading →
I decided to write some reflections on hope as I pass through Advent this year. Advent doesn't officially start till next Sunday, so this post will be a preface to this series. I hope you'll join me, or find some devotional like the one here, or here , or here, or just pick up a... Continue Reading →
On a night (or maybe it was day), in Roman occupied ancient Israel, a young, Jewish woman writhed, and cried as the excruciating pains of labor gripped her body and tore her flesh. And there, where animals in the ancient world feed, a vernix and blood covered baby boy, swaddled in clothes to keep... Continue Reading →
Cultivating Faithfulness 