Today, Tomorrow, and Every Tomorrow. Please don’t forget this.
This might someday be in a "for you, love" prayer journal, along with a lovely illustration and a prayer. But I want you to have it today because, if...
Here’s to Us
I hear the tap on the door. “Hey there, you ready?”
“Just a second,” I mumble, under a mass of blue and white floral. “I’m trapped in my dress.”
He smiles...
Let it Go. Let it Out. Let It All Unravel.
“We love words, right GiGi?” I smile, and say, “Yes, Sawyer. We are words people.” I pray he always loves words. I pray he understands their power to work...
Can I Tell You a Secret?
Can I tell you a secret? A while back, I got a lot of attention. Because of a Facebook group I was in, folks visited my blog, they liked...
It’s Time for a New Weapon
I remembered back to a sermon I had preached on a misfit Sunday morning at an apartment complex where some of the most genuine and fragile folks I know...
Here’s to the Invitation. And Here’s to the Response.
"No one who walked through our door that night knew much about me or my life. To them, I was the woman married to the tall man with the...
It was Not an Uncommon Friday.
It was not an uncommon Friday.
Crucifixion was the normal punishment of the time. It was cruel, humiliating, and served as a visible warning to all who witnessed the...
Holy Week. 10 Easter Stories.
It’s holy week. And I’m undone in a most precious way. Not precious like the face of a smiling child, but precious like diamonds chipped from coal or goal...
Above All, Remember This: God Redeems Time.
“God redeems time.”
I’ve said those three words hundreds of times in conversations, written them in notes, spoken them from stages in all sorts of places. I even use them...
Holy Listening, and Hearing God.
I want to be a holy listener - to hear God reveal purpose in every moment and to welcome Him in every conversation, to embrace both the times when...
The Place Where God and Humanity Intersect
“The temple is the place where God and humanity intersected.”
This morning, the rain is falling again outside. The tender tapping on the window has been jotted down in my...
Dust and Delighting (Ash Wednesday)
I heard him quietly whisper “to dust we will return,” as the ashes were placed on my head, and I reflected on the words from my morning devotional. “You...
