Holy is His name
This time of year, I find myself thinking often about Mary. I wonder what she might have felt—how dramatically her life and sense of purpose may have changed. I think about her courage, her humility, and her submission to the will of God. But most of all, I think about how deeply she loved and…
The ache of exile and hope of return
From the very beginning, Scripture introduces us to a pattern: exile and return. Adam and Eve once lived in a garden where God dwelled with them—abundance at their fingertips, fear and shame nowhere to be found, full access to the tree of life. But after sin had entered in, God sent them out of Eden…
Choosing gratitude over grumbling
Nine years ago, a married couple in Colorado lost their 6-year-old son after a brief battle with cancer. The time from his diagnosis to his final breath was not quite a full year. As I was listening to his mother share their story with me in a call recently, she recounted moment after moment that…
When God seems far, He is still near
All of us can recall a time when God felt incredibly close—maybe when He healed you from sickness, showed up right on time, or answered a certain prayer. But what about other times when we feel displaced, forgotten, or like God is far off—a situation you are praying about seems to be getting worse or…
Put down the watering can
The verbena on my deck looked as though it was giving up. Almost completely brown, there was hardly much life left. As I walked past the sad plant each morning to water my impatiens, I thought, “Why keep watering? There’s no point.” Day after day I watered it anyway. And still, it sat lifeless, as…
Tilling the soil
Where I grew up it wasn’t uncommon to see a tractor driving on the highway. It was a reminder of the hard working farmers doing their faithful work so others could benefit from a forthcoming harvest. Rolling fields were speckled throughout the rural Kentucky landscape, and occasionally a tractor or other machinery could be spotted…
A lie I used to believe about God
I used to believe that God’s love for me would grow the closer I drew myself to Him. I knew He loved me, because I had heard John 3:16 my whole life, but I thought there was a way for His love for me to grow as I knew Him more. But to believe this…
Lead me in the way everlasting
I have a terrible habit of letting Dr. Google and Dr. ChatGPT diagnose my problems. Maybe I have a weird looking spot on my leg or my knee is making a strange, new sound when I go down the steps. Or, my heart fluttered enough to make me uncomfortable. A quick search on my iPhone…
Not my will, but Yours
Patience doesn’t come naturally to me. I’m young, Type-A, used to modern conveniences, and I prefer control—it helps me know what to expect. I don’t like waiting, especially when the outcome isn’t what I hoped for. I like schedules and direction. The straight and narrow. I’m thrown off by the unpredictable and unforeseeable. That’s why…
On baseball and washing feet
There are many week days when my husband gets home well past the time the last school bell rings at the school he works at. There’s either a team practice or a game to prepare for, or he’s simply doing any number of things to play catch-up or rest before the next responsibility. Though inspiring…
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