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Resurrection Day 2016

Happy Resurrection Day. I’ve written this before, but I need reminding. I measure our life often times by the Before and the After. And oh friends, the after is often times a hard place to rest in. But wouldn’t you know the in between is bridged by a blood-stained cross. And the Story is told across sixty-six books and God-breathed words and Truth is spilled out on the pages and whispered into my broken heart.  And the after never looks...

Tell Me Your Story

I heard it said recently that we should be wary of sharing our testimony. With all due respect … I tell you my story because I want you to know my weakness, and His strength. To recount our moments of fear and grief, grace and joy. To sing a song of redemption.  I just told my story for the first time publicly, to the women I grew up with, to the women who have been praying over me and for me...

On Hope

Merry Christmas. I love this season of birth, and life, and hope. We are haphazardly telling our children the Advent story and I am stuck somewhere around Abraham and Sarah and God’s promises to them. It is told in Genesis, this story of life come lately, of faith, of promise, and of hope. Then retold again in Romans as a reminder of faith, and the grace He provides to partake.  “Therefore it is of faith that it might be according to...

On Fear, and Not Being Okay.

Two weeks ago, I had a paper cut on my wrist. By lunchtime, it was red and a little sore. By dinner, there were red streaks halfway up my forearm. By the time I swallowed the antibiotics in the emergency room, they were past my elbow. Oh, and a few years, ago, my dad almost died from a staph infection that turned into necrotizing fasciitis in his leg. So when the ER doc tells you he is worried, and lists all the symptoms that...

A Sacrifice of Thanksgiving

It’s the Sunday post-Thanksgiving and we are on the road back to our home. I am tucked up under Wee Man’s Star Wars blanket meditating on the gift of this weekend with my parents, sisters, and their families. It’s easy to clutch my coffee and look at the good life we’ve been given, offering my heartfelt thanks to a God who has blessed us so. It is infinitely more difficult to return to the extraordinary mundane and continue in a posture...