Sweet dreams. I’d love to have them…if I could get to sleep. Last night was the seventh night in a row that I was unable to sleep and the eighth day of increasing pain. You know something’s got to change when your tween daughter who normally notices nothing about physical appearance suddenly tells you that you don’t look well. Must be those circles under my eyes! Tomorrow is a Big Day. My husband is joining me in a visit to the doctor who diagnosed me with adenomyosis so we can discuss surgery options. If the Lord is trying to make … Continue reading Hold me?
Freedom. The Miriam-Webster online dictionary defines this word as the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action; liberation from slavery or restraint or from the power of another Last week’s battles with chains has led me today to a study of several verses in 2 Corinthians 3. During the fiercest battles last week, I felt removed from reality. It was like I read scripture but had something heavy covering me that prevented the words from sinking in. I was reading the words, but they were not penetrating the veil that had settled on my brow. As part … Continue reading Peeling off the Veil
I just realized that the calendar on my wall is still turned to September. In a blink of an eye, everything changes, doesn’t it? Blink. I was ten years old and couldn’t wait to grow up. Blink. I was twenty years old and couldn’t wait to get married. Blink. I was thirty years old and couldn’t wait for my four-year-old to be able to tie her own shoes. Blink. Six years later, I watch and listen as my own nearly-ten-year-old child professes her desire to be all grown up. Today I find myself wandering around in a depressing funk. I … Continue reading Shooting snapshots for my heart
Others went out on the sea in ships; they were merchants on the mighty waters. They saw the works of the LORD, his wonderful deeds in the deep. For he spoke and stirred up a tempest that lifted high the waves. They mounted up to the heavens and went down to the depths; in their peril their courage melted away. They reeled and staggered like drunken men; they were at their wits’ end. Then they cried out to the LORD in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress. He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves … Continue reading I Don’t Like Ike
“Who did it?” Those were my dad’s famous words every time my brother or I got ourselves into a mess. It was his way of forcing us to fess up and take responsibility for our actions, whether they were intentional or accidents. I am so grateful for his and for my mom’s leadership in this because it shaped me into the person I am today. Unfortunately, many in our American culture don’t ascribe to the same philosophy. When bad things happen, it’s somebody else’s fault. I saw this over and over when I taught in both public and private schools. … Continue reading “Who Did It?”