I hate that thing in us, in me, that thinks we know better than God. The voice that says, "yeah, but I see another angle." "Just this one time I have it figured out." "I deserve better." It gets us in a whole heap of trouble. That trouble becomes the state of our heart health… Continue reading When blind hearts see
We use the word "hope" often. I hope my child grows to love Jesus. I hope my husband experiences healing here with his rheumatoid arthritis. I hope that you have a good day. I hope you enjoy the holiday season. I hope that I live fully to glorify Christ. The only place to put my… Continue reading Hope In One Thing
Jack turned one a few Sundays ago. My heart was full with thanks, memories, relief that that first month was not to be relived:). What a beautiful, fun-loving, joyful, strong, funny, determined little one we are blessed with. In the time of postpartum depression, I could never have imagined the beauty of his life and… Continue reading Where does my hope come from?
The last few weeks, I have been working with a couple of the young women I disciple to help them identify where their hearts are in the everyday. The objective is to stop and identify where they are as they come to God--sharing their heart with God, joys, disappointments and confusion. This is where prayer… Continue reading The Tyranny of Criticism
In the last few days I have had several conversations that remind me that our feelings can be tricky. We have feelings for a reason. They help us express joy and enjoy life. They can be exhilirating. They often can alert us to something big going on in our heart and relationships. Feelings are not… Continue reading Feelings, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Feelings…
As I looked toward this new year, I am overwhelmed. Yes, we are having a baby (still sounds crazy to say), but that is not until June. I am seemingly overwhelmed by every task and relationship I face even before the new year rolls. This Christmas season has been busy. We traveled for… Continue reading A humble entrance
Setting my heart, setting my hope, setting mind...These have been words and phrases that I have been fighting to dwell on in the last few days. These phrases come from 2 Corinthians 4-6 and 2 Corinthians 1:10 and 1 Timothy 1:7. These have been some frustrating days for Greg and me. His Rheumatoid Arthritis has… Continue reading Ready, Set, Go