Ditching Church

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 →

putting me in my place

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 →

Giving Honor Where Honor Is Due

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 →

Bitter Roots or Happy Trails

I try to guard against bitterness, but sometimes it sneaks into my heart and flows out before I realize it. When I wrote Fairytales and Other Pet Peeves, I was concerned that perhaps I had been too negative, though it was not my intention. I think as we get older, we become more susceptible to... Continue Reading →

Leaving the Tough Girl Behind

I always have a song playing in my head, and more often than not, it is also coming out of my mouth. If you spent time around me, eventually you would catch me singing country songs. Some of my favorites are by the artist Miranda Lambert, and I often find myself singing “Gunpowder & Lead”... Continue Reading →

Fairytales and Other Pet Peeves

Someone treaded on a pet peeve of mine this week and stoked the flames of my true passion, which is to encourage others to live a life of undivided devotion to God. This blog exists because I feel called to exhort single women of all ages to live seeking God and not a spouse. Whatever... Continue Reading →

No Ifs, Ands, or Buts

I was barely eighteen when a man told me that I was the kind of woman who a man would work seven years for, and then another seven years, like Jacob did for Rachel. It was flattering, and at that young age, I wasn’t too bothered that it was followed by a but. It is... Continue Reading →

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