I like to see what’s in my fridge and my freezer. See-through containers, plastic storage bags and plastic wrap are my favorites because once I put something in an opaque container, I can’t see it and I don’t think about it anymore. Sometimes I’ll freeze something in foil to prevent freezer burn, but in my stupider moments, I won’t label it. (more…)
(Not) Disqualified
I asked Jesus to save me when I was a teenager. Problem was, I then got into the wrong church, made some wrong choices and decided that because I hadn’t gotten my life with Christ right from the get-go, that God would be too disappointed in me to want anything to do with me. So on that pathetic path I stayed (more…)
But God
Lately my heart has been weighed down by stories of incredible pain – stories of unthinkable suffering among people throughout Africa, of a family losing three loved ones in rapid succession while dealing with life-threatening health challenges, of a newly adopted baby given little hope of quality of life or even longterm survival, of a mother and toddler both facing cancer.
Each (more…)
Though the Fig Tree Does Not Bud
Yesterday our church services featured about 25 cardboard testimonies. A cardboard testimony is exactly what it sounds like: People come forward with short testimonies written on cardboard. One side tells the struggle they faced; the flip side tells how God helped them overcome seemingly impossible odds.
The stories were as varied as they were remarkable – stories of addiction, abuse, death, divorce, (more…)
To Serve or Be Served
I’m a very old-fashioned girl. My husband comes home from his primary job to turn around and commit his evenings to freelance work, so I try to do the whole June Cleaver thing: make myself look decent, have the house clean, have dinner ready to go on the table, and have his glass of tea poured when he walks in. I (more…)