A mother’s prayer for her sons on the first day of high school

It's the first day of school around here. My 6'3" firstborn walked out the door to start his sophomore year, hands in jean pockets, looking at his boots, one ear bud in, one draped over the other ear, baseball cap and t-shirt sporting his athletic cowboy look. My 5'10" freckle-faced, fair-skinned and just-as-sensitive-in-heart son walked… Continue reading A mother’s prayer for her sons on the first day of high school

A fire that burns what won’t last and strengthens what can never be destroyed

My sister, brother-in-law and their two sons (my precious nephews) live in Redding, CA.  This past few days have been traumatic, but thankfully they did not loose their home to the Carr fire. Many of their friends are sifting through ashes of what's left of their homes. It's truly devastating to hear what they are facing.… Continue reading A fire that burns what won’t last and strengthens what can never be destroyed

A theology of loving your unbelieving spouse

A Facebook friend recently asked a question after reading my piece about the 8 words. Her question in essence was, "How does God want you to love your husband when he doesn't share the same love of Christ you have?" I'm not a seminary graduate, but as my pastor says, I am a theologian.  We all… Continue reading A theology of loving your unbelieving spouse

5 helps for hard, I mean, all marriages

In September my husband and I will have been married for 25 years.  And that's no testimony to our skill, secrets or practices.  We've done just about everything wrong.  And making it this long is no guarantee that we'll make it another 25 years.  When our friends ask how we'er doing, I tell them our… Continue reading 5 helps for hard, I mean, all marriages

I was a dog. He became a worm- A short story inspired by the Syrophoenician woman in Matthew 15

I watched all night. My daughter’s body thrashing. Her mouth yelling vile words. Words she should not know. Her young body was evidently being abused by evil. Something foul was possessing her. Oppressing her. Perverting the beauty I could see in her. I looked away. I needed a break from the visage of my precious… Continue reading I was a dog. He became a worm- A short story inspired by the Syrophoenician woman in Matthew 15

a plea for the Spirit when I’m tired

This is not going to be well edited. It's late. And I'm tired. Some days I'm just tired of bearing with the sins of others. I know it's ridiculously hypocritical because others are having to bear with my sins.  And I know God is faithful and doesn't grow tired and does not give up when… Continue reading a plea for the Spirit when I’m tired

Hope for moms raising kids against the odds

“No father-no family-no faith. Winning and keeping men is essential to the community of faith and vital to the work of all mothers and the future salvation of our children.” (Lowe, 2003). I recently ran across this statement in an article born out of statistics gathered in Switzerland in the 1990’s. It’s not the first… Continue reading Hope for moms raising kids against the odds

My relationship with the Jesus I’ve never seen but love

If I was one of the disciples who followed Jesus while he walked on this planet, I would have been one he looked at and said, "Oh ye of little faith. Why do you doubt?" (Matthew 14:31, 6:30, 8:26, 16:8, 17:20). My faith-relationship with this Jesus I've never seen but love (1 Peter 1:8), is… Continue reading My relationship with the Jesus I’ve never seen but love