Have you ever tried to negotiate your way out of fasting when you know that’s what God is calling you to do?Read More
A year ago I came home and the way my husband was acting I thought he needed sleep. He did this all the time. He wouldn't sleep then he would be in like a sleep but awake state. At 5:30 I got him in bed. I checked on him at 8:30 and he seemed to be fine so I went to bed. I woke up at 10:38 and he wasn't breathing right. Once again this wasn't the first time. Every time he went into the hospital this is what I woke up to. Luckily this time God made sure I had 3 great friends with me when I got the news that my husband died.Read More
If you feel like you could say with David: “…I drench my couch with my tears” (from Psalm 6: A Prayer of Faith in Time of Distress), or discouragement has settled in, may these truths comfort you…Read More
Our story can dictate our decisions and our life. We can hold onto our story so much that it causes present pain. Where does your past take you? Does it cause regret, fear or heartbreak? Does your past produce negative emotions? If your answer is yes, then you may be cleaving to the past. It’s good when we’re able to look back on the past and see where it’s brought us. This helps us to see life from a positive perspective. Our past is a testimony for others and can bring someone closer to Christ. Our past story can change a heart. However, the issues arise when…Read More
My husband and I recently celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary. He surprised me with a trip back to where it all began. The beachfront venue where we had our wedding reception is now an utterly amazing resort.
Our anniversary usually overlaps with Mother's Day weekend. Funny how the Lord did that. I think He knew even then that I would need something else to celebrate every year. Something to keep my mind off of my own infertility.Read More
So many mornings, I feel defeated by 8:00. No, make that 8:07. The time distinction matters greatly, because school starts at 8:00. If I had gotten my children to school by 8:00, instead of 8:07, perhaps I might not have felt like such a mom failure. But probably not, because already by 8:07, I have rushed through my morning, yelled obnoxiously in the direction of my children, realized one son didn’t brush his teeth and another didn’t finish his homework, and drove my disheveled crew to school in a minivan – the backseat of which looks like it provides a home for a family of wild animals who store half-eaten suckers in cupholders, sleep on beds of crumbled-up candy wrappers and dirty Kleenexes, and gnaw on caps of markers that have long since dried up.
The discouraging defeat is not just from being late and feeling like a hot mess, though. My sense of defeat stems from how I expected the morning to go.Read More