“You just wait.” Eventually, we stopped counting the number of times we were forewarned about our lives “coming to an end” once the little ones entered our home. Four children later, though, I now understand a little bit better the pain which...
There is only one today. And as I stand just inside the foyer of 2012 with my fingers wrapped around His ageless hands, hoping I can somehow scoot near enough to know Him as Counselor, He whispers one phrase. From a group of women gathering to discuss, to my own...
“It is to your advantage that I go away.” John 16:7** I’ve read it before. Highlighted it in my Bible and underlined — I’ve been here at least twice, but today it’s new. Isn’t that just like You? Always new, always making the...
Motherhood has a subtle lie attached to it. These years are not about me, they are about them. Sounds good, right? I scurry to fill tummies and enrich minds and foster hunger for Jesus. I teach fingers to tie shoes, lips to say “will you forgive me?”, and...
“The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver tried in a furnace of the earth, purified seven times.” Psalm 12:6** I was made to inhale and exhale purity. What is there of mine, if tried in the furnace of earth, that could stand? But You, oh God,...
When life bulges — pushes, prods and stretches — simple adoration is my safe place. He has made for me a quiet alcove, in the loud years of raising littles, to remind me of all that is good. (Each Monday, the column of adoration to the right-side of my...
