Bible. Faith. Life.
Bible. Faith. Life.
faith
In 2010 my big sister, my only sibling, and one of my favorite people in the whole world, lost her battle with cancer. Her death did a number on my faith. I couldn’t pray. I couldn’t worship. I went to church, but I couldn’t sing. I wanted nothing to do with the Christian radio stations. I was hurt. Confused. But …
blessed, faith
The end of October has arrived. Tricker-treaters will be at my door soon. (I once made pitiful costumes like these for Mike and me. It was the one costume party we attended and the last. Now that Pinterest lives, I would do a much better job. The dogs look a lot cuter than we did.) Despite the fact …
treasure hunt
I’ve been on a quest to understand grace. For a long time. And through the years I’ve no doubt that God has given me grace during the tumbles and twirls this baby girl of His took as she journeyed through the mire. American Christianity doesn’t do grace well. Many are bruised. Dirt on our faces. Scuffs on our shoes …
goodness of God, treasure hunt
I heard Jesus was back in town, But I didn’t want to go. I was just so confused and hurt when he didn’t heal my Lazarus I didn’t want my face to show. How could I commune with the One Who could’ve taken her pain away? Who told me this sickness would not end in death? Who told …
Bite of Bread
My voice lacks volume. It’s like it’s turned down, and I can’t adjust the knob, not much anyway. Some days it’s worse than others. When my kids were little, I could never yell loud enough for my sons to hear me call them back into the house for supper. After three or four attempts I’d have to find my daughter …
