Christ’s Identity in Me: A Fresh and Somewhat, Outlandish Look at Jesus Our youngest son is just four… yes, four. The child is FORTY years younger than me, came into our lives when he was just three months old. For the better part of his first two years, his permanency in our lives was a roller coaster ride of hope, dashed hopes, wants, for his birth family, our family, him… and me. His adoption day was very different than the …
Seated at the Right Hand of Surrender: Letting God I can’t pick one word for the year. The thing is, as a writer, words are my life. Just one, well, that would be drivel. Still, the word that seems to most common lately is, surrender. It has been most profound in so many avenues. Most assuredly in launching humans. Our oldest daughter is married, our youngest “daughter,” our foster love, has been home with her restored mama for over a …
Mean Jesus: How to Cope with the Hurt Feelings of Unanswered Prayer If you clicked past the headline, I will start by saying, “I am so sorry you are hurt.” I just am sorry. In my very short writing career, I have gotten quite a few emails. Some are moderately hateful. However, the world is boldly decorated with the color crazy. Some are altogether twisted. Some guy in Iceland just offered me $200 for a video of me eating toast. …
Worry: Borrowing Tomorrow’s Trouble, Today I am really good at worry. Personally, I worry whenever I get a chance. I go big or go home, where I also worry. Chalk it up to my Texan heritage. Here in Texas, we have some creative expressions. Truth be told, they are genius, but for the drawl. Which makes them sound a little, well less than Shakespearean. My father-in-law, God bless him, had some doozies. Truthfully, we use them to this day. Actually, …
A Brand New Mind: How to Think Like a Grace Girl Truly, I crave being made new. Yesterday was the pits for me. I was laid out all day with a headache. Finally, I had to take something that left me dopey and unable to function… and I could hear my heartbeat banging in my head. In my misery and patheticness, I had three very vivid ideas. Vaguely, I remember, I jotted them down and look forward to spending time …
The Humanity of Women: a Godly Design: I try and remember, sometimes I try and remember what I was like even two years ago. When I was a Believer, a believer in my good deeds and my effective means of being… better. Who I was has changed most drastically. I recall, at my worst, people chimed my praises. And I would hide in my closet and cut loose, begging Him to make me different. My wails so loud, my heart …
