I Will Not Stop

I witness and hear a lot about wounds of the heart from the women who contact me.  While situations vary, some are direct consequences from sin, some have very complex backgrounds and others are just a devastating loss. No matter how they got there – they are there – in the midst of incredible heartache, struggling with despair and hopelessness. It’s easy to feel swallowed up with the sorrow of aching souls, but rather than being overwhelmed, I’d rather choose to reach out to those the Lord brings our way. I’d rather spend my time encouraging and pointing to Him…because all else will fail the already faint heart. That is why I will not stop proclaiming the hope that you have in Christ. I will not put away my soap box and stop...

I See You There

I See You There

I see you there, my sweet, little pink bundle of joy..all rosy, with chubby little thighs and that newborn scent. I see you as you successfully wrap your daddy’s heart around your little finger. I see you there all squashed-up in your big brother Jordan’s arms…him smooching your precious cheek, wanting you to go play even though you can’t even crawl. I see you there, in my arms, a little girl, my daughter. What fun I’ll have dressing you up. How blessed I feel as I look into your precious face. I see you there all dressed up coming to see your new born sister, you were just a baby, yourself, but you loved her and wanted to hold her all of the time. I see you as try to get her off my lap, clamoring for my attention. I see you as you...

The blessing of a great-grandma

The blessing of a great-grandma

I know well those hands, sweet baby Ezra. When I first curled my finger around them they weren’t so gnarled, weren’t so ridden with arthritis. Oh, those sweet hands smelling of  almondy, Jergens hand lotion. Those precious hands that reached out to me, drawing me close to her heart with soothing words that only a momma can do. I remember a time when pristine, white gloves covered those hands on the way to church.I remember her wedding ring, spinning round and round on  her finger ’til it had worn so thin I don’t know how it kept from breaking. I remember the Christmas your great-grandpa gave her a new wedding band – the look of sheer surprise and the sweet joy that swept over her. I know well the talent expressed with those fingers...

Where Have all the Daddies Gone

Where Have all the Daddies Gone

Yesterday during worship at church I noticed, two seats down, our friend with his pre-teen daughter on his lap. Her legs dangled down, almost to the floor. She was completely comfortable laying back against  her dad, singing her heart out. I could hear his voice and hers and when I stole a glimpse I was moved. She was so content, feeling so safe. My first thought was that I’m supposed to feel like that when it comes to my Heavenly Father…all safe in his care. Then I realized that this wasn’t some super-spiritual thing, it was a human, flesh thing. This is one blessed little girl. Her dad loves her and his other three children so deeply and so well. He invests in his family. That is evident by observing their children. I felt an ache in my heart...

Hey, That Old Guy is My Dad!

Hey, That Old Guy is My Dad!

I ran into Kroger today. I had just enough time to make my swath through the aisles and get back home before the school bus came. Coupons in hand, I was on a mission to remain devoted to my short, stick-to-it list. I was distracted by an old man wearing the typical old man, greenish/gray sweater. The kind that zips up in the front, Mr. Rogers style.  He was using a cane and moving very slowly. He was adorable…then I realized it was my own dad! He was going in through the exit door, just what you would expect from an old man. But, he’s not any old man, he’s my old man. Apparently, mom was doing some grocery shopping and he was wandering in to find her. I pushed my cart through the produce, dashed from one item to the next and ventured to the...

Choose This Day Who You Will Serve

  You have a choice today: You can either treat your spouse like he/she is a child of God or, you can choose to act as if you are an only child. Yes, you are a beloved child of God. So is your spouse. Even when they have said mean things to you. Even when they have disappointed you. Even though you don’t understand them, don’t want to consider their point of view. Even when you aren’t sure if you have love for them anymore. God loves them. God care about them. What you do to them, you actually do unto the Lord. You have a choice today: You can either please man (yourself) or you can please God…when we are interested in pleasing man, we can not please God. Find it difficult? We all do, that’s why God says to you, “Ask me to...

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