Out of the Wilderness

It's been a while since I've been in this space. But as I travel with my Father through the wilderness, I have begun to see things more clearly. It has taken a long time to digest all that has happened in this season of my life. Even now I know that what I do understand is only the beginning. Last July, when I woke up in this new world, I could not have comprehended then what I know now. That morning, God invited me on a journey, a journey that would take me into one of the most challenging times in my life. He invited me into the wilderness.

In Sickness and in Health

Twenty-two years ago I went on my first date with Ken. Ninety-one days later, we were married. I fell in love with him that first date as he held my hand driving through Gatlinburg looking at Christmas lights. No, it wasn't that deep, enduring love that has developed through the years, but it was love.

The Blind Spot

I don't keep up with sports like I used to. The last time I was really interested in the Super Bowl was when the Chicago Bears were doing the Super Bowl Shuffle. I mainly watched sports because dad ruled the only TV in the house when I was growing up. I am pretty sure I was the only girl in the 7th grade that knew anything about ice hockey.

A Season of Hope

Yesterday started the four weeks of Advent for the Christian faith. In its most simplistic meaning, it is a time of preparation. It's a time to prepare for the upcoming Christmas season as well as a time for the Church to focus on preparing for the return of Christ.

The Endurance of Hope

I watched one of my nephews preach for the first time last week. To say I was proud would be an understatement especially when he used one of my favorite chapters in the Bible, Romans 8. In this season of my life, I have used Romans 8:28 as my mantra.

Starting a New Path

I spent thousands of dollars and a whole lot of time on a degree I didn't use. I took an opportunity to finish my education which had always been one of my goals in life. But, I wasn't cut out for the banking world.

I'm Fine, How Are You?

It's a simple question. "How are you?" The response is almost always the same. "I'm fine." What would happen if we started answering that question a little more honestly? Now I'm not suggesting we start giving a casual acquaintance a run-down of all that's troubling us in the middle of the Kroger when they ask the question.

For the One

I have been the One. I have lost my way. I have needed to be rescued. I have been in a prison of my own making. I have spent time in the pig sty, and it is something I have never forgotten. But there is no "too far" with God. He's not afraid of the pig sty. Or the dark. Or your circumstances. His love for you is unfathomable. And he will move the mountains to get to you. There is no length he won't go to rescue you. I've seen it. I've felt it.

There Are No Small Prayers

This summer I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. It has been a learning experience for sure. I have learned more about the power of prayer in these few months than I have my whole life. I have learned the importance and the privilege of lifting each other up in prayer.

Letting Go

When I was thirty years old, I had a total hysterectomy. The six months that followed were some of the worst in my life. I was emotionally and physically unbalanced. I had never felt more "un-me." I have told people it was like an alien had taken over and I was watching my life from the sidelines. Finally, my body adjusted and I

Seasons

I'm pretty sure most people have a favorite season. Mine's fall. It always has been, even before the magic of pumpkin spice everything. I anticipate that first morning I walk out my door and feel the first waves of its presence. The slight breeze brings in that first breath of crisp, autumn air.

The Darkest Day

Luke 23:44-46 NIV

44 It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, 45 for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. 46 Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.”When he had said this, he breathed his last.