When we first built our house we planted grass in the front yard but didn’t have grass in the backyard for a few years. Enter a beautiful summer day, four little kids, a water hose, and one mom who is distracted in the kitchen. At some point I wisely or mistakenly look out my kitchen…
It was a headline moment. I actually had people over for a homemade dinner, with the table dusted (yes, I mean that) and set all pretty. I made chicken tetrazzini, with homemade white sauce and sautéed mushrooms, which is a lot fancier than Little Caesar’s. The meal tasted good, everything went well, and the company…
Unity makes a beautiful song. Even if outsiders can’t understand our language, they can feel the oneness we have in Christ. Jesus prays… “also for those who will believe in me…that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they be brought to complete…
Why are we free in Christ but it sure doesn’t feel like it? This 53-minute sermon by Timothy Keller is full of glorious hope and is well worth your time.
I had a hard day. Matt called me when I was driving home, and I blubbered all of it to him. Apologized. Hung up. Then I got home and cried some more. Pulled it together to go get pizza and enjoy it with the family, until the layered stressors of the day crawled up my…
What I miss most about Texas (besides the people, the brisket, and Chick-fil-A) is the torrential rainstorms. The most memorable deluge unleashed four inches of rain in one hour. The ground and the drains could not contain it all, and it was frightening and fascinating. I was stranded in the cafeteria and foolishly decided to run…
A free gift for you today: Since it’s garden-planting time, I have posted a free Bible study on my website entitled Digging Up Dirt: Cultivating the Seed of Forgiveness. As you’re pulling weeds outside this week, consider how the weed of unforgiveness chokes the life out of us. I am THE worst at reflecting on past failures…
What I needed all along was a place where I could bring my sin, but no one pointed the way (or more likely they did but I never saw it.) Most wanted me to feel better about myself. God loves you, they said. Well, yes, but what about all this YUCK inside me? What about the ill-spoken words to a…
I woke up the Monday after Mother’s Day, to read that almost 20 people were injured by a shooter in a Mother’s Day parade in New Orleans. Brutality picks up speed. The saying goes, “There’s a place for everything and everything in its place.” But there’s no place in the mind to put the testimony…
Here are 10 things you could force me to do, and I would not fight you: Drink a second cup of coffee. Read a book before I could eat dinner. Listen to my children sing. Organize a desk. Snuggle with Matt under a blanket in front of the fireplace. Fold towels. Spend three hours…
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