My mind is weighty with new old truth. Does the gospel ever just hit you fresh and fiery like the first time again? It’s like digging a well you’ve dug for years when suddenly, fresh, cool water streams in, turning dry cracked earth back into fertile life-bearing soil. Incarnation: a word that typically brings toContinue reading “The Power of Flesh”
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Letters to my girls: on being a woman
Your body is a picture of the Gospel, do not diminish it by believing it to be anything less.
and if not… (part 3 dance anyway)
She’s seen blind, deaf, and lame healed…and yet God isn’t healing him. Part 3 and if not…dance anyway
and if not…(part 2.5 Choose Joy)
“Faith is so great when life is easy. And knowing truth is so good. But experiencing truth is something different.”
and if not…(part 2 Choose Joy)
So, if God allows crippling pain into the lives of those he loves, or who love him, if his protection does not look like we hope it would, is he still good?
and if not, He is still good (Part 1)
In my mind, if God is a good Father then that leads necessarily to His being a protecting Father…and if not?
We are to serve God by using our pain, to give other people the hope that we have.
Hammocks and Monuments
I knew it was coming, and yet when I saw it sitting on my porch I danced with joy. My mom sent me the most amazing gift today. I grew up in the Church, but it wasn’t until high school that I really understood and accepted the love and realness of Jesus. During this timeContinue reading “Hammocks and Monuments”
I have a confession. I spend the majority of my waking hours in very, VERY close proximity to my children (can I just pee alone?! Just once?). But there are days; tired, bored, restless days, when I go to bed and think, “Have I connected with my children today?
I should be a supermodel.
And I new exactly what she meant… you would think being a human pack mule for tiny children and their unbelievable amount of baggage would be the ultimate workout routine. But alas, the majority of us are still sporting our mom bods around in our Lulu Lemons.