My husband recently wrote a piece entitled "Ten Quotes That Changed My Life." I was intrigued by the thought as I read it, and my mind has been composing my own list ever since, making me realize my life has indeed been impacted and forever altered because of both written and spoken words. Coupled with that realization was a recent walk through a bookstore and the face of a book I spotted with a title along the lines of Chance Encounters That Changed My Life.Read More
When Keegan, my oldest, was little, he was the king of adorable baby talk. There was "strawbabies" for strawberries. "Crash can" for trash can. And my favorite, the basketball "hoot" for that hoop he couldn't quite seem to successfully locate with his tiny, foam ball.
And then there was this.
"Hold your Keegy, Daddy."Read More
As a mother of three sons, Mary's relationship with Jesus intrigues me. There are not a lot of details of his growing up years. There's his birth, his dedication, his foray into the temple. And then there's this simple, yet worldchanging story of attending a village wedding with his mom.
I love to imagine him there. Eating the wedding feast. Singing the songs of blessing over the couple. Dancing to the music of celebration. Toasting the new family's prosperity.
And then, this interruption. The moment his mother comes to him and quietly whispers her prayer.Read More
Ever since I was a little girl, I've read the Christmas story from Mary's perspective. What would it have been like to birth the Savior of the world? After a pregnancy where everyone thought the worst of you? And what was it like to experience that birth far from home, away from your own mother, with only your young, terrified husband to hold your hand? The birth of Jesus was a miracle in many ways, and one of them was that a young teenage girl said yes to the whole thing, trusting God to sort out the details of her very real life.
But, I'm certain the birth wasn't the hardest part for Mary. For, just days later, she would hear the words no mother ever wants to hear at her baby's dedication service, spoken by a prophet who whispered them while looking deep into her eyes,
"And a sword will pierce your own heart, also." (Luke 2: 35)Read More
ear is the most crippling enemy a soul can ever face. If it is trying to overtake you today, let your heart meditate on the words of Scripture, the best tool for combatting any enemy.
Even as a follower of Jesus, there may be many things in this life that cause rocks of fear to be hurled at you. Some are pebbles. Others are boulders. The key is to never pick up the rocks. Instead, build your house with the cornerstone of who God is, your hope and your defense.
Here are ten verses that will shore up your house today, all from the Message Bible (because sometimes it's good to shake up familiar words with a fresh understanding). Let your heart take delight in the Mightiness of your God...Read More
Two summers ago, our ten year old broke his arm after only a few short hours of arriving at summer camp. It was a quick trip to the emergency room and then home for him. While his friends continued on with a weekend of excitement and adventure, he spent the next couple of days with his arm in a sling, waiting for the swelling to go down enough for the bone doctor to put it in a cast.
He was a trooper. Didn't complain much. But, you could see the disappointment in his eyes for days.
And now, two summers later, out of the blue, came a gift.Read More
My son was in an accident a couple of weeks ago. It was in a school vehicle with several other students, and it could have been very, very bad. But, it wasn't. Everyone is safe.
It took my heart several days to sort through the emotions that rose up during that first phone call. It's taken many more not to allow fear to dominate when I see him pull out of the driveway in his own truck.
We are fragile creatures, us mothers, our hearts battered daily by this call to raise human beings. A call that demands we let those same human beings, once tiny in our arms, loose to fly on their own.Read More
I commented to my husband this morning that with my poor gardening skills, weeds are the only thing that seem to grow for me without a great deal of effort. He responded, "That's true for everyone. I've never heard anybody say, 'Man, I just can't keep those roses out of my yard!'"
Our conversation made me laugh, but the truth of it is ringing in my soul today. The seeds that need to grow in my heart are often the ones I neglect, while the crops that spring up without any care on my end are the ones I really don't want to be harvesting.
Especially the seeds of worry...
Twenty-nine years ago today, the seven year old version of me decided to become a follower of Jesus. Compared to other childhood memories, I remember it quite clearly.
I can picture myself in the Sunday School room of the church where my parents served on staff. I can remember the teacher talking about the time she asked Jesus to be her Savior. She went on to something else, but my mind didn't. I could only hear those words "asked Jesus," over and over.
This last Monday, as I was preparing to leave for a few days away, I hurriedly packed a lunch for my son. He still likes a note in a lunchbox (a fact that pleases me to no end), but prefers them to be funny or have some kind of riddle to solve. In other words, no mushy love notes that might cause him to get the wrong kind of lunch-time attention! Our compromise: we have an understanding that if any mushy notes find their way into his lunchbox, they will be buried on the bottom, under the sandwich, and marked "TOP SECRET." That way, he can read it on the sly and no one's the wiser. (I hesitated to write of our secret, but I figure there probably aren't any fifth grade boys reading "Treasure the Ordinary," so I think I'm pretty safe!)
Monday morning called for a mushy note, as I wouldn't see him for three days. And just as I buried the napkin declaring my love for a certain blonde ten year old, his sister saw what I was doing.