My friend is married. In a flood of mixed emotions, I found myself back at the essential question I posed in my last blog: Do I believe that there is more happiness in following Jesus than in being married? I found myself crying to God with the words of the father of the possessed boy... Continue Reading →
Who’s Going to Take Care of my Stuff?
I have always been a writer and, for much of my life, I have kept everything I have written. In my closet are boxes of notebooks and folders. I have papers written for classes in high school and college, as well as ‘poetry’ from as far back as junior high. When I was a teenager,... Continue Reading →
I’m Not Pathetic
I suspect that I didn’t do a good enough job of expressing myself in my last post. I may be desperate, but I am not pathetic. I am absolutely not looking for pity, though occasionally some encouragement might be nice. I started this blog hoping to encourage others, but maybe I am the only one... Continue Reading →
Somewhere I must have stopped praying for a husband because when I caught myself pleading with God, recently, it felt as though I had regressed. It was all at once as though my faith was stronger because I was taking it to Him, but weaker that I wasn’t believing that He was enough. What is... Continue Reading →
Don’t Look Back
Early in February, I read through Hebrews in The One Year Bible. I am not reading it on the book’s schedule, but I always seem to be on God’s schedule. I enjoyed reading Hebrews 11, so I decided to try to memorize it. It is a great way to meditate on Scripture. As I commit... Continue Reading →
Pay Close Attention!
I grew up with my grandparents living right in my backyard. Their house was right behind ours, on my parents’ five acres of land. The older I get, the more I can see how their presence impacted my life. As a kid and a teenager, I loved to spend time with Grandma and Grandpa. They... Continue Reading →
Where My Treasure Is
Today is, of course, a day of remembrance of what was a life-stopping event, for most of us. Twenty years ago, I finally understood what it was to yearn for the coming of the Lord. I saw the world as it really is: full of evil and suffering. The day the towers fell, the horrors... Continue Reading →
200th Post: ‘Traded Dreams’
I’ve always been a writer. When I was young, I wanted to be a novelist; specifically, I wanted to write literature. In my teens and early twenties, I wrote a lot of poetry. In hindsight, it wasn’t very good. My senior year in college, I took a creative writing class and wrote some short stories.... Continue Reading →
The Highest Calling
When I first began writing this post, it was dripping with bitterness. I started again, but I still felt the influence of so many years of sadness and hurt. I was writing as Mother’s Day approached. On my mind were of all of exaggerated and sentimental statements I have heard at church, all because the... Continue Reading →