Why I love “The Little Drummer Boy”

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 Why I love “The Little Drummer Boy”

How Josh Harris and I Fell

Elevenish years ago I was ready to die on the mountain of the issue of women not working outside the home. Today I read this tweet from Jared C. Wilson: A few years back, I significantly reduced my exposure to Christian influences that prove more passionate about "issues" than Christ & I've been better off… Continue reading How Josh Harris and I Fell

He’s holding you

You work so hard as if the hours you spend sweating and digging planning arguing and solving will make everything right. Then it rains on your freshly poured concrete and a sudden wind bends the trees you just planted and the test is positive- you're going to have a baby and your cursing and anger… Continue reading He’s holding you

Practices with your Bible that will keep you humble (and make William Tyndale proud)

The accessibility of scripture is something people before us have given their lives for. William Tyndale (1494-1536) laid down his life so that, "... the boy who drives the plow," could know the scriptures even better than the Pope of his time. The stories of how the translation of the Bible, at the blood, sweat… Continue reading Practices with your Bible that will keep you humble (and make William Tyndale proud)

to the beat of a different drum

This morning I dropped my freshman off at his high school to play in the welcome band for today's freshman day (yeah, school starts in like a week. Yikes!) .  As I as walking back to my car I walked past the drum section.  They were doing their drills to get ready. The visceral sound… Continue reading to the beat of a different drum

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

Common grace when you feel like you have nothing in common

I should be in bed but my other half likes to lay in bed and relax to YouTube videos of funny cats, and I want silence. I read Alia Joy Hagenbach's essay about the hospitality we must extend to one another in marriage. I feel the same. My marriage is an unlikely union. Even worse,… Continue reading Common grace when you feel like you have nothing in common

Being God’s child changes everything – A meditation on 1 Peter 1:13-16

'Therefore, preparing your minds for action, and being sober-minded, set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ. As obedient children, do not be conformed to the passions of your former ignorance, but as he who called you is holy, you also be holy in… Continue reading Being God’s child changes everything – A meditation on 1 Peter 1:13-16

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

April fools, Easter, the Prodigal and my son

  I wonder what the son who betrayed his father's love and provision, left home squandered it all and came back seeking restoration was like the years before he decided to leave.  I wonder if he resisted his father's love and discipline.  I wonder if he threatened that as soon as he was of age,… Continue reading April fools, Easter, the Prodigal and my son