When I was an intercessor for ministries, people would send me long lists of things to pray for and sometimes treat me like a slot machine. People have contacted me all hours of the day and night with their problems, then excluded me from the joys of their life. I was their help line...
She saw me, and she reminded me that God sees me.” Sometimes God shows up in the passing of the peace as we share a firm handshake or a hug. Sometimes God shows up in fellowship following worship as we share around the table. Sometimes God shows up in the face of a toddler who ...
But children are masters of change. They steadily grow into new versions of themselves, letting go of who they were without a second thought. Watching them grow is a lesson in impermanence. My toddler teaches me that I, too, can change my mind. I, too, am a work in progress. Back to...
I have been very hesitant posting this as I assist many believers around the world who suffer with hypochondria. But I do believe it is a subject the Lord wants more people to know about. This has been a lesson to me to learn to take more care of my body. God values our bodies as ...
Reminds me of when Natalie was three and we were in our living room dancing to the radio. Some fast songs that to a toddler meant jumping, twisting, and running in circles until you were about to puke. Thankfully, a slow song finally came on at which point I said “Oh good, a slow...
ME: OK the last questions. The person in the big room with the toddler son who has made two plops. The colors of this room resemble the colors of the exaggerated, unrealistic full-page image in the magazine which is her but not the real her. It’s an image made to rope in customers...
There is no easy answer. I am glad that I left the Vigil though after talking with my friend who made me laugh. Letting go makes us weep but if there is one lesson I have learned in these past three years it is that I am a stronger person who knows better what I can endure. I...
Maybe my heart was trying to keep pace with my rushing stream of thoughts, like a frantic mother chasing her runaway toddler. I switched on the bedside lamp, its pale, yellow light filling my corner of the room, and covered my eyes. LORD, I’m so tired. For a while I lingered ...
The lesson for me was that my heart wasn’t properly guarded. I had full knowledge prior to any communication with the person of how they are capable of making me feel. Knowing that I had to communicate with this person should have triggered me to be "fully prayed up” so that I would...
My third child is now a toddler. Today she’s seven months old so about three in dog years. What would even possess a dog to think a wall would be tasty? It’s paint and sheet rock. Then again, I caught Natalie gnawing on our window sill when she was three. I do feed my childr...