~ I was asked to write about when God speaks or didn’t speak. When I was contemplating what I would write, I never considered writing it about when God didn’t speak. I wanted to share about the times that God did speak and was clear. Who wants to focus on those times when we don’t understand what God is saying or when we are not sure why God is silent? Then at 11:49 p.m. as I am trying to sleep,... Read more
~ When I first started walking with Jesus, I surrounded myself with a bunch of college-age Christians who were “on fire” for the Lord. Most of them were budding charismatics, and I sat among them—my little Baptist self—hearing concepts that I had never heard of before. Prior to college, I never knew that people in today’s day and age truly expected to hear from God personally. The first time I heard God speak, and knew it was God, was the... Read more
Of all the things that deeply matter to me, being an advocate for the vulnerable is chief among them. I once gave a bird sips of bottled water when it fell to the side of the road. Once, I cared for a day old baby squirrel for several hours to rescue it from death by bees. I have many other animal rescue stories under my belt, to the point of near embarrassment. But my heart beats wildly, passionately for the... Read more
~ I remember when I used to pray. My hands would shake, my jaw would tremble, and I felt the Spirit guide me. I saw hearts healed. Spirits comforted. Bodies made whole. The only thing that felt bigger than my faith was my God. It was the days of God being glorified and knowing that things would work out for our good. It was bold requests. Swift answers. God speaking. And then it was silent. There was the miracle baby... Read more
~ No one told me and how could they have known. I didn’t even know to ask. When the man on the stage began speaking about a changed life, a transformed life, and a forgiving God, how could I have known? I couldn’t of. So, I did what any longing, seeking teenager would do. I said “yes.” I said yes to this Jesus that was being preached, expecting it to change my life, but unaware of how or even why.... Read more
My guest post blog series When God Speaks {or doesn’t} isn’t quite over yet! For today, fashion. ~ One of the things I’m eager to do on my blog for 2013 is to share some of my beauty secrets. Only, they’re not really secrets because I’m not doing anything unique or special fashion-wise. I’m more trend-following, trickster than glamaMOM, game-changer. When it comes to fashion and beauty I have all manner of tricks up my sleeve. At least once a... Read more
~ May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you the same attitude of mind toward each other that Christ Jesus had (Romans 15:5) NIV 4 years ago our oldest daughter turned 12. She began to do her own hair. She began to express herself through her own style in dress. She started to learn the art of “speed reading” to get an “A” on a quiz, just so she wouldn’t have to read the entire book. She began... Read more
~ Confession: I am thirty-four years old and most days I feel like a broken mess. Imperfection covers over me, but I constantly fight for its opposite. I want perfection. People pleasing infiltrates everything I do, say, and think. I cannot do and be everything to everyone and this makes my heart break. Unkindness has a way of finding me and it digs deep into my soul. I sometimes feel like I spend the entire day wrestling with the guilt... Read more
~ Every time my cell phone rings, I cringe a little. Until I pick it up and look at the screen, I have a knot in my stomach. I never really want to answer. It’s never really a good time to talk. Not when it’s the “thorn” on the other end. “…I was given a thorn in my flesh…” 2 Corinthians 12:7-9 I have this relationship. An extremely complicated one. My “thorn.” I won’t get into the deep dark details.... Read more
My guest post blog series When God Speaks {or doesn’t} will continue on for the next few days. But for now, one of my own! I’m over at A Deeper Story today, musing on the redeemed and unredeemed voice of our little King… ~ Be careful with me. That’s what my 3 yr. old, Rhys says when I change his diaper. Instead of pitching a fit over a cold wet wipe, or writhing around as if he’s actually being hurt... Read more
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