Spiritual growth should be normal for every Christian. The Bible is the living Word of God, and it nourishes us to grow in Christ.
I’ve had some giants in my life lately. Decisions to make. New opportunities outside my comfort zone. I’ve been afraid more than I like to admit. In fact, I feel a lot like the Israelites in the first chapter of Deuteronomy. After 40 long years in the wilderness, Moses was reminiscing. He was reminding the… Read More
The sound of my breaking bone still rings in my ears. We were ice skating at the end of a family vacation in the mountains. The ice rink was jam-packed with busloads of kids who’d arrived just as we were putting our skates on. One of them darted right in front of me and sent… Read More
I’m not a runner. Actually, I’m not even a walker😊 But one day I was gifted a pair of earbuds, and suddenly running sounded like a perfect idea. Worship music blaring in my ears? Yes, ma’am. Sign me up. I imagined myself flying like the wind. One evening at dusk I slipped my feet into… Read More
Noooooooo!!! That moment you slam your car’s trunk shut and realize you’ve locked your keys AND your phone inside. I panicked. Did pay phones even exist anymore? Did I know my husband’s phone number by heart? I’d used his car that day to run errands and he was catching a ride home with a co-worker.… Read More
I cringed. Someone was calling me by my maiden name. I was in a shopping mall, and a woman a few feet away had recognized me. I’d been a Christian for a short time, and was visiting my parents in my hometown. At the time, I was covered with shame about who I’d been before… Read More
My eyes measured the narrow space between our huge armoire and the bedroom wall. “I think it’ll fit!” I said eagerly. My husband’s eagle-eyed inspection was making me nervous. A friend had offered me a desk she was no longer using, and I’d decided it would be perfect for my bedroom. I needed a… Read More
My grandfather loved daylilies. He planted them in every kind of container imaginable. In bleach bottles with the tops sawed off, old tin buckets, rusted-out wagons…if it held dirt, my grandpa stuck a “cutting” in it. His daylilies were magnificent, and many of the varieties were his own hybrid creations. In the spring his yard… Read More
I’ve lost some of my zest for life. That’s my conclusion after spending a week with my five-year-old granddaughter. We did all the things. Princess dance camp, art projects, afternoons at Chuck E Cheese, meals in front of the TV, manicures, and lots of dolls. And she enjoyed every single bit of… Read More