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 →
I carry around this grief inside that I usually manage to keep tamped down. It crops up sometimes when I see pregnant women or babies, or when people not much older than me talk about their children getting married and having children of their own. It is all so normal for everyone else. At forty-five,... Continue Reading →
Somewhere along the path, I side-stepped having a normal life. I didn’t do it on purpose, and I don’t even know how it happened. Sometimes I think that if I could figure out where I went wrong, I might be able to do something to change it. Of course, there is really no such thing... Continue Reading →
What am I doing with my life? I hope no one will accuse me of having a mid-life crisis just for asking the question. Sometimes, I am surprised to feel content. I like my job, and I’m good at it. I have a good living situation; God has provided for me above and beyond what... Continue Reading →
This week I have been feeling overwhelmed, but not in a bad way. I have been feeling joyful and humbled because of God’s goodness to me. Last weekend, as I charged through some items that had been lingering on my to-do list, I was writing letters to the girls that I sponsor through Compassion International.... Continue Reading →
We live in an era of reality TV and social media. Our culture is obsessed with celebrity, even though some seem to be famous just for being famous. Anyone who has a favorite celebrity can follow that person online to get the latest posts, tweets, and scoops on the person’s life, whether he or she... Continue Reading →
These days, when I look into the mirror, I am noticing more and more gray hairs. They catch the light and glimmer like unwanted decorations on my head. My heart sinks at these reminders of advancing age. What keeps coming to mind is a phrase from a Michael Card song, “gray hair and babies leave... Continue Reading →
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