Judgmentally Yours

I am always evaluating people. My parents raised me to be discerning about people, so that I wouldn’t allow myself to be conned, fooled, or victimized. In my family, we refer to this discernment about people as ‘having a jerk alarm.’ Of course, I didn’t reach adulthood with a fully developed ability to recognize any... Continue Reading →

Whirlwind Season

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 →

Falling On My Face

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 →

Romance Isn’t Dead. . .

I am an introspective kind of person, so in the past month, as I’ve struggled to ‘take every thought captive’ (2 Cor. 10:5) I have also tried to figure out why I am having a thought problem at all. It feels as though it cropped up randomly, during a time when I had been feeling... Continue Reading →

Death & Taxes

Last weekend, I filed my taxes. A strange fact about me: I love completing my taxes. This is probably a combination of the fact that they are simple and that I always end up getting some money back. But there is joy for me in completing my taxes that comes from a different source. Each year,... Continue Reading →

The Paradox Of Prayer

Jesus said, “Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.” (Mark 11:24) He also told us that “if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and... Continue Reading →

Hearing Voices

I remember being in Sunday School when I was six or seven. The teacher was a woman my grandma’s age. She tried to explain to a handful of young kids that Jesus spoke to her, even though she didn’t hear an audible voice. I was a bit skeptical, but suspected that Mrs. Creighton had a... Continue Reading →

Silence is Golden

Silence. I’m not good at it. Family legend is that I didn’t begin speaking with single words, like most babies. I waited until I could put words together in sentences. They say that one day I just started talking, and I haven’t shut up since. It was one thing being called Little Miss Chatterbox in the... Continue Reading →

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