Though you are well-dressed and manage a large corporation, you may be lost. Though you are happily married and a loving mom, you may be lost. Though you are grieving and lonely, you may be lost. Though you are surrounded by people at work or at school, you may be lost. Though you feel better … Continue reading Who are the Lost?
After my mom died my senior year of college, I felt like I had slipped on the ice, fallen flat on my back. Stunned, not in awe, rather in that weird denial part of grief that has the potential to leave you stuck for many years. Unprepared and unaware of prayer, I wandered aimlessly like … Continue reading When Your Mom is not here to Celebrate
I guess I thought I had overcome fear of the unknown. For so many years of life without my Lord, I worried about what would happen next, more specifically what would blindside me when I thought everything was ok. Yesterday marked a couple of first’s in our home: Braedon returned to the school building (again) … Continue reading When One Prayer Lifts You
This is my heart today. Anxiety is creeping up the walls of our home like one of those climbing plants that attaches itself to a structure, for better or for worse. Breathe. Pray. Peace like a river, Lord. My eyes sprung open at 3:30am. Too early, I told myself. Whatever am I going to accomplish … Continue reading Lord, I Need You
I was blessed to walk with a sister in Christ yesterday morning. We prayed on the street corner before parting. I asked the Lord to wake His sleepers. Miss Carolyn spoke into my heart’s cry about stagnant Christians, summoning heaven, we need a fresh wind. Yes, Lord! A fresh wind. Bring me back from gray … Continue reading A Fresh Wind
If Hope is an anchor, then His peace is a river. At least that is what God has been whispering this past week as I have prayed for others, and as I have prayed for myself. This is what the Lord says – your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel: “I am the Lord your … Continue reading Peace Like a River
I know I am not the only one. I am not the only police wife. I am not the only one with a heavy heart. Truly, it wasn’t until I meditated on Hebrews 6:19 yesterday. that I realized I could have a heavy heart AND a heavy anchor of hope in my soul. So perhaps … Continue reading Hope, An Anchor for Our Soul
Lauren Daigle’s song “First” lived in my lungs over the past week. Every so often a melody, if it even qualifies as such, erupted, bubbled up and over like a twice-shaken bottle of soda. I didn’t even know the title until yesterday. As I sat, half-caffeinated, waiting to take Braedon to school, words floated in … Continue reading When God Chases You Down to Seek Him
Jason has several days vacation. Our calendar is swarming with appointments: puppy shots, Covid tests (we are all good after a total of 6 tests this month), physical therapy, and post-ops. There are some moments when it’s hard to catch your breath. I will own that. It’s hard for me to be still and inhale, … Continue reading When You Squeeze in Spouse Time
Before puppy parenting, I walked focusing on Jesus almost every day. A peace-full pace, a searching eye … for treasure lies all around, in the tiniest of buds to the expanse of His sky. When God designed you with a brain that not only thinks but sees, His creation speaks, often in pictures. Sadly, today … Continue reading When Pictures are Few
