Many years ago the teacher of our Young Marrieds Sunday School Class would regularly remind us to practice the presence of God. His admonition became a goal for me. I have remembered it often over the years and more often in the past few years. Psalm 105:4 says, “Seek the Lord and his strength, seek his presence continually.” I can’t say that I am aware of his presence continually, but I am confident He is there whether I am aware of it or not.Read More
For far too long I’ve worn my trauma like an ill-fitting and badly stained undergarment. Outwardly, I’ve been able to go on with life and even use my trauma stories to help others. Telling other women fleeing abuse that they could pull through, all the while succumbing to the pulling of me back and with every sharing of my story, I conjured up an invisible hand clenched tightly on my shoulder, still controlling me, still hovering, still keeping me in submission. Like the woman who suffered for twelve years yet found the courage to carry on despite damaged condition, finally I believe, it is possible to be forever healed.Read More
My request was and still is not too hard for Almighty God. What I did not understand as I made this request of God for freedom is how much it would cost me personally. I did not count the cost at that time. I didn't know how. I was immature in my faith and fairly untested in matters of faith. I simply made my request for freedom and trusted God to take care of it.Read More
My sojourn into codependency lasted much longer than Naomi’s stay in Moab. But in similar ways, I heard of God’s work in lives. Although co-dependency offered a “safe place” for me to hide and find value and favor, it wasn’t a place of true freedom.Read More
Overall, this was too much change in one week for my poor little brain to process. I may have been smiling on the outside to all my church friends volunteering that week, but on the inside, I was about to have a complete meltdown! I simply did not want to embrace the unexpected changes before me with grace and strength, but instead, I chose to complain and feel sorry for myself.Read More
The arms of this old chair have balanced my coffee cup on one side and held my Bible open on the other side. How many tears have soaked those old cushions? And maybe I shouldn't set your mind to wondering about all the snot from the sneezy seasons and the many sob sessions.Read More
I love this word picture. Being so full of God’s words that nothing else can fit in. This visual not only helps to keep my soul in His Peace, but also fills my mind with His instructions!!Read More
He said, "You need to go and I will stay here." How would I leave him here with the mess? What about my family motto? In an emergency, we stay together or we go together.
He said, "Go." I said, "Ok."Read More
I have been looking at old slides from my grandparents. This activity brought many happy thoughts to me seeing the old pictures of the vacations that they took and some that we took with them. As I think about the word remember, I came across the verse…Read More
June 6th marks the 10-year anniversary of my husband’s accident. My husband was changed forever, our family was changed forever, our marriage was changed forever. And each year as we near the anniversary date I feel the weight of remembering. Some years have been easier than others, but for some reason this 10-year mark has been heavy. Sometimes memories sneak up on you, and out of nowhere it slams into you taking your breath away…Read More
Remember ~ Even as I say the word out loud to myself, memories flood to the surface. They are snippets from long ago mostly. Somewhat shadowy and vague, I need someone to help me put the pieces in context.Read More
The future has seemed dark grey and cloudy, but the ground below us continues to feel scorched and broken. And yet, when we dare to look closely seeds scattered in the drought seem to be pushing shoots of green through the surface to peek into the sun.Read More
So, let me just tell you “word perfect” has never been my MO. Remembering for tests all through school, college included was never my strength. I often wonder how I received that degree. Truly.Read More
Many times I've wondered, "If I was still a little girl and I wanted to help someone, what would I do?" Easy answer for me. As a little girl, I went to my parents for resources. I believed my parents had access to anything I could ever need. In fact, though we were an average middle-class family, I thought we were quite wealthy. I feel sure it never occurred to me as a child that my dad didn't have bottomless pockets of endless resources.
An aha moment!Read More