What if playing in our Bibles, if drawing, adding in bits and pieces of paper, taping in a page for more room, was not defacing something sacred but appreciating it? What if taking time to engage and play in and sit with the Word in a way that makes it personal and stirs something in us could be worship?
On my 30th birthday, I walked into my office for the final time and walked out with the second biggest weight I have ever carried gone.
I went into the hike with such anticipation. God, take this experience and change me. I had no idea what He wanted to do but I was open. Lord, we have 24 miles - let’s get some stuff on (and off) the table. I’m ready! But at the end of it I felt - nothing! Did I miss something or did I need to remember a pebble size lesson there on the canyon floor?
The Road to Joy is the happy medium between a self-help book that never gets below the surface to the hard work, and what can feel clinical and unattainable.
For the longest time, I thought I was defective. There must be something wrong with me! I told myself it was because I was not enough of what was needed, and too much of what “good girls” were not supposed to. I have struggled my whole life feeling out of place in almost every room I am in.
There is a reality that we rarely talk about: true power comes with forgiveness. It is those who are truly strong who can forgive. It is those who are willing to say their freedom means more than the cage of resentment (anger, pain, hurt) who are able to love others in a fuller way. Is... Continue Reading →
As we move towards the end of Acts we see a shift in tone. Until now we have been with Paul as he travels around, telling people about Jesus, and starting or building up churches. If this was a movie, we would cue dramatic music. Something ominous is coming. We join Paul in a room... Continue Reading →
God promises to take our fears, cares, worries and to give us comfort if we are willing to leave them at His feet! It might not change the outcome - but all your worry, anxiety and scheming won’t do that either.
The biggest difference between Mother Teresa and most of us is our ability to get close to the heart of the Father and live out of that. Mother Teresa served the lowest and rejected in India. She cleaned the wounds of people dying of leprosy and made sure they knew they were seen and loved... Continue Reading →