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
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
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
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
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
Photo by Daria Shevtsova on Pexels.com When my thoughts go to your younger years and I hear your deep voice cursing the time, my eyes fill with hot tears and I wonder if singing Jesus Loves Me with you as a toddler was enough. I lit a fire this New Year and watched the hot… Continue reading Ashes, ashes
Photo by Daniel Reche on Pexels.com Today at church we sang, "O come to the altar, the Father's arms are open wide. Forgiveness was bought with the precious blood of Jesus Christ." As we sang, years of hard marriage and longings for good things I don't have filled my eyes with burning tears. And a… Continue reading The question is, is Jesus worth it?
Photo by Olya Kobruseva on Pexels.com In the past weeks I've heard nearly the same quote from every weary person I've encountered, “I can’t wait for 2020 to be over.” Today, the sun rose on 2021 and death, disease and evil are still among us. Even in us. New years bring with them an idea… Continue reading The problem with starting over and the hope of redemption
Photo by Myicahel Tamburini on Pexels.com Despair. That's the word that comes to mind when I hear the news stories of late. This morning, while I was getting ready to go to church, my husband sat at the kitchen table shaking his head. The news story about the two L.A. police officers, shot while they… Continue reading What’s your hope?