Genesis lay open. Thin, delicate pages spread gently across my desk. The fruit of goodness cannot be studied without studying the very things that God calls ‘good’. I sit back and force my mind to stop it’s global spinning. This is not complicated. As I read through chapter 1, I see how simple it really … More Why We Need to Grab at What is Good!
Four o’clock in the morning can be, for some, the worst time to be awake. The possibility of a couple more hours of sleep is a prize winning feat, or a tossing, sheet-twisting agonizing waste of time. But for a few of you out there, it’s the quiet before the business of the day begins … More Why It’s Important to Fill Up on the Fruit of Kindness
Sometimes waiting is far from a useless place. Sometimes it’s the holy gift of patience in real time. Are you there? Could you be the one to gift it? … More The Fruit of Patience and Grace-Filled Waiting
It’s been exactly one whole year. One year ago I remember laying on my stomach, arms stretched above my head, my forehead pressed into a padded ring. I was told I would have to hold very still while the MRI hummed and snapped pictures of the inside of my chest. I remember, just before she … More Why You Cannot Skip The Fruit of Peace and Still Hope to Survive Life
It was just he and I in the elevator. He must have been more than twice my age. A navy blue hat rested atop his head with the words, “Korean War Veteran” stitched in gold across his brow. He was going up and I was going down and I’m not sure which of us got … More The Fruit of Joy
Finding the happiness in the fruit of Love … More The Fruit of Love
It always takes a bit of mental sorting to write a Christmas letter. To rewind the memories of the mind. To retrace steps of a year gone by. Especially when that year held moments that fragmented the heart. However, no matter the suffering, it is always a healing balm to be able to see the … More 2017: A Year In Review
There are some days that are harder than others, and my heart grieves. I am so thankful for a relationship with my God who hears my anguish, and loves me still.
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I remember the place. I even sort of remember his bearded face. And although I can still see his platform, I don’t remember the size of his audience. I remember sitting near the back, but was that by choice or necessity? I listened intently at first because his surface showcased a long list of accomplishments … More When Serving Grace Became My Saving Grace
The table held 14. It was full. There were five mother’s and one baby boy to represent mother number six whose lungs had filled just two days before with pneumonia. Some of those relationships went back forty plus years. My history with them was shorter. Only 15-20. But when heads bowed to give thanks for … More What Women Really Crave After Mother’s Day