poetry Immanuel The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone. ~ Isaiah 9:2 To the tune: O Little Town of Bethlehem To world of hopeless horror filled A baby calm, and still. In darkness deep
worship Who is He? Dear Sisters, who is God? I mean, who is God in our everyday lives, when the sink is full of dishes, we’ve had too little sleep, with our work obligations and our health troubles? Who is He then? As lovely as it is for Him to comfort and sustain
worship Run the Race The following is a post that I wrote for Livinglovedtoday.com: A black screen. All I could hear was my own breathing and the slap-slap-slap of my shoes on the pavement. I groaned inwardly and willed my feet forward. I have small children but this was not the silence I
worship Metamorphosis It was a normal evening. I was hot and tired. Exhausted. The AC was broken and the unusually cool June had suddenly become hot and oppressive just in time. Making matters worse, we had to keep the windows closed to keep the pollen out of the house because of Joel’
poetry Lord, then I don't need to be redeemed I want a good life, beautiful and bright. I don’t want the suffering, awful night. I want You to give light I don’t want You out of sight. I want it all perfect, all my need so neatly met. I want it to be just as I dreamed.
poetry This baby's voice O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens. Out of the mouth of babies and infants, you have established strength because of your foes, to still the enemy and the avenger. Psalm 8:1-2 …and they said
motherhood Four kids Four kids. What have I done to myself? I’ve sentenced myself to a life of quiet pleasures and ridiculous frustration. Of cuddly stretching and cooing and sleepy smiles. Of intellectual conversations about the size of various breeds of dogs and whether or not a lions are, in fact, the
life A Little Pot of Infinite The kids were sleeping in. I heard the baby stirring, but I had a few minutes to finish loading the dishes from the night before. I had been up, reading and eating — feeding body and soul. I was continuing to “pour my heart out before Him” in the morning stillness.
worship The Scent of Worship And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to his teaching. – Luke 10:39 So when Martha heard that Jesus was coming, she went and met him, but Mary remained seated in the house. – John 11:20 Now when Mary came to
life These are the days... (family update) I know I’ll be a hopeless sentimental grandma if the Lord gives me grandchildren — I leave my small children for a few hours and I find myself showing my husband pictures of them on my phone. Just in case he forgot, you know. But oh how these little people
worship This was because... Photo by Sarah Shaffer on Unsplash ‘…so they said to one another, “Let us not tear it, but cast lots for it to see whose it shall be.” This was to fulfill the Scripture which says, “They divided my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots.” So
worship Freedom Freedom is not found in being whatever we want to be. It is being exactly what we were called to be. Have you ever seen something… or someone doing exactly what they were called to do — and doing it excellently? Have you been on a sailboat skimming the waves, caught
worship Always My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand. – John 10:27–28 We were on the way home and a question came from the backseat:
