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Worried Warriors

Worried Warriors

Does rumination plague your quiet and disrupt your joy? He can turn this “flaw” into a strength, if you’ll let Him. Every worried thought about your marriage or kids or church or world or self — is a thought that you can verbalize to Him. Is there anyone else that

This Is How

This is how But it's not what I wanted This is how But it's not in my plan This is how But it's too uncertain This is how But it's all gone too fast This is how I’ll listen now. This is how… My will is done. This is

The Weeping Jesus

The Weeping Jesus

I've met the weeping Jesus And He said "Come unto Me, I've carried all your heartache I saw just what you'd see." I've met the weeping Jesus With no platitudes for pain No forced or empty optimism Just weeping o'er sin's stain. I've met the weeping Jesus He knows my

Good Things

Good Things Good things that take best place‌ Good things that are needed known and loved.‌ Good things Like gathering with Your own. Good things like The washing water of the Word. Good things Like good gifts with little feet.‌ God things like This man’s hand in mine.‌ Good

Taking in forgetting

Taking in forgetting

How can I remember If in dying He forgot? How can I be trembling If my soul His dying bought? He said to remember His dying and His life, He will not remember My iniquity and strife. So when we remember With cup and with the bread, We know that

In the Image of God

In the Image of God

“I look so old!” We were at the Sears photography studio in Kitchener and my grandma had just been given her portraits. We had been tasked with getting her passport pictures and my citizenship pictures taken. For my twelve-year-old self, this rare chance to have my grandma all to myself

Broken to be poured out

They had all gathered, milling and sampling. Soon they would recline at the low table and share a meal. Rich and important men and women smiled and exchanged small talk when suddenly a hush pulled all their attention to the courtyard door. A rabbi entered, but you could only tell

A Parable of Time

I once visited a curious place. In this place were many people on a journey. Many didn’t know they were on a journey, but they were. There were old and young. They were small and great. They walked over a vast sweeping landscape with a winding path that formed

Just come to the table

I had a toddler at my feet and a baby in my belly. I had just quit a night job that we needed to make ends meet because I was too tired to take care of my little ones during the day. I knew exactly how much I had in

Holy, holy, holy

Photo by Mathilde Langevin on Unsplash The first full breath of spring filled my lungs. I stepped outside surprised and all at once surrounded by the glow of the midday sun on an oddly warm March day. I had come out to find out why one of the girls were

Breakfast with Jesus

With a sigh and a sudden, “Let’s go fishing,” Peter stood up and headed out. The others looked at each other and shrugged, “Let’s go with him.” Out on the water, breathing the salt, swelling with the waves and wind, these men went back to what they had

Confidence

Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash There was a googly eye in my sock this morning. Not on it, in it. How does that happen? I have no idea. And there’s the mysterious (occasional) disappearance of hand soap from the soap bottles. I found out just yesterday that it

A House in the Country

I pictured a house in the country. A place I called home. A home where I would raise my children. I pictured carving their names in a large old tree outside and notch their heights in the trim inside. I pictured them growing up, watching myself and my husband age.

Two Mites and a Little Frankincense

“Jesus looked up and saw the rich putting their gifts into the offering box, and he saw a poor widow put in two small copper coins. And he said, ‘Truly, I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all of them. For they all contributed out of

Feels Like Home

Feels Like Home

When I was little and the days grew short and cool, I had to come in when it got dark. I hated coming in early. Still gritty with dirt and sticky from pine sap in the woods, I would plop on the stairs and wriggle my tennis shoes off and

Slow Simmer Glory

“Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice insofar as you share Christ’s sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed” (1 Peter 4:

After God's Own Heart

David was barefoot on the rough mountainside. His head was covered with his cloak and his face was filled with his grief (2 Sam 15:30). His own son Absalom had turned the hearts of the people away from him and cleverly usurped the throne (2 Sam 15:6). Surrounded

Holy Hope

When we consecrate ourselves to God, we think we are making a great sacrifice, and doing lots for Him, when really we are only letting go some little, bitsie trinkets we have been grabbing, and when our hands are empty, He fills them full of His treasures. — Betty Stam, missionary

Words of Water

“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not

His Mercy is New

“How lonely sits the city that was full of people!” (Lamentations 1:1). My heart is quieted by the cries of this ancient, heartbroken man. The prophet laments and my heart, oddly, responds. Never before have his words felt so near, so frightening, so empty of hope and pregnant with

Glory for the Road

“The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; Of whom shall I be afraid?” (Psalm 27:1 ESV). “Mommy, does God know the last number? And does God know where space ends?” This was the sudden burning question

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

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

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’

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