The whirlwind of life has stuck it’s finger down into my brain and swirled up my mind. This week, I have been full of excitement and nervous energy, and I can hardly think straight. It is difficult to focus on my Bible reading or to keep my train of thought when praying. At work, the... Continue Reading →
Ongoing stress is wearing me down. If there is anything that has been my saving grace in all of the busyness, it is self-discipline. I often look back with gratitude on my first big lesson in discipline. I was seventeen when I started running. I had never liked running, or exercise in general, but I... Continue Reading →
These past two weeks, I have felt as though God is testing my tensile strength. The exam and the move are scheduled for the same week. I am balancing studying and packing in my “free time,” and training someone new at work. God’s direction to leave the current apartment couldn’t be more evident, and I... Continue Reading →
Some see the glass as half-empty and others see it as half-full. Both are correct, so I am not sure that this idiom is really an indication of a person’s outlook. In my view, it is less about the current level of water in the glass, and more about how concerned a person is with... Continue Reading →
Over the past couple of years, I found myself praying for humility. It feels more dangerous than praying for patience. My fear and expectation is that God will use personal humiliation to teach me that I am not the little goddess my human nature thinks I am. I had a co-worker who would get after... Continue Reading →
My sister once read a book which told of a single woman buying a pair of men’s jeans and then praying for God to fill them. This was apparently her technique of praying for a husband. I haven’t tried this, so you won’t find any men’s pants in my apartment. But, there is a bag... Continue Reading →
Every time I read the book of Nehemiah, I get excited to come across the verse that tells us about Shallum, who worked to repair the wall with his daughters. (Nehemiah 3:12) That’s the kind of daughter I am. It is a joy for me to work beside my father on whatever needs to be... Continue Reading →
I love books, but once my sister and I began to clean off our shelves, I got caught up in the moment. The book purge culminated with a full car trunk of books being donated to the library. I gave away textbooks that I had kept for more than twenty years. It felt good to... Continue Reading →
I am the product of who my parents are and how they raised me; this is not unusual. Ultimately, it was God who created me, and His design was a unique blend of my parents’ characteristics. That I combine my father’s talkativeness with my mother’s tell-it-like-it-is attitude, is just the tip of the iceberg. When... Continue Reading →
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