The morning hadn’t started out well for me. In my distraction, I raced through my Bible reading time at breakfast, even though I happened to be in my favorite chapter, Romans 8. So I left my Bible at the table, opened it again and lunch and prayed, “Lord, speak to my heart through Your word.” And boy, did He.
Here are eight (more…)
For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well. – Psalm 139:13-14
My mother used to tell me I was conceived to save my parents’ marriage. Considering my father left when I was 6 (more…)
“I don’t have any parents.”
The words sounded cold and hard, like metal against bare skin on a winter day. I recognized the voice as my own, though it felt distant and strange.
I had responded to a simple question – “What about your parents?” – in the course of a conversation about my mother-in-law’s health. My answer was reflexive, like a sneeze (more…)