The enemy loves nothing more than to make us forget. No matter how intentional we are about collecting stones of remembrance, determining to hold closely the answered prayers and words spoken over us in the past, we are easily paralyzed by unwanted memories, fear and shame. Only by fixing our eyes on Jesus, choosing to … More Poetry: Remember!
We began today, though it doesn’t “officially” start until December first. But I know me, and I know us. Life happens, schedules get tight, and we struggle to finish what we start whether it be a devotional, project, or “school” book. I’ve purchased many advent devotionals over the years, bought every “memorable” ornament, tree, and … More A Simple Advent
What is a Hutchmoot, you ask? Ah…where do I start? How do I describe something so profoundly beautiful and formative? It’s a conference, sure, but it is so much more. I will, at the very least, attempt to explain. More than ten years ago, Andrew Peterson had an idea. A God-given one, I am certain. … More Hutchmoot 2018
It took years for me to find what worked, to develop spiritual disciplines that I could “stick with” and that felt grace-filled instead of burdensome or rote. I tried the “read-through-Bible-in-a-year” programs, only to get stuck somewhere in Leviticus. I bought a Bible that had daily readings from the Old and New Testaments along with … More A Simple Discipline
As a now “older mom” among many of my friends, I found myself in an odd and often lonely season of motherhood. It is so easy to make friends when our kids are little. Playdates at the park or story times at the library are the perfect conditions for forming friendships around the common experience … More If You Lack a Mentor: In Gratitude to Sally Clarkson
For most of my life, really…as far back as I can remember…I have dreamed of playing a stringed instrument. Violin, guitar, what-have-you, they all have seemed so beautiful and unreachable to me. Growing up, I played piano and clarinet. Strings were not an option at my school. But, for the past couple of years, I … More That time I bought a Cello.
She sat with my daughter, bent over the canvas with a brush hanging from her lips, peering critically at every detail of her work. Wondering if it was good, or maybe even (dare she hope?) great. My daughter and I looked at it from a few feet away…amazed at the depth and perspective in her … More Perspective.