Hurting and still hungry.

Last weekend, I made a three-hour drive to Cider House orchard & venue to speak to women hungry for the Lord. And it stirred some needed encouragement in my bones. The same bones that feel bruised these days because so many are grieving.  Every day, I hear of new pain. This year, my close friend…

I need You, Jesus, because they need You, Jesus.

I could tell you my personal testimony about my journey with Christ. I could tell you that I accepted the Lord Jesus as my Savior at age six. I could tell you I’m thankful to have been reared by two Jesus-loving parents. I could tell you those parents raised me in church. All thanks be…

Let this life get you ready.

A few years ago, Mom came limping into the room, leaning on her new walking stick. It was the first Easter after being diagnosed with an aggressive neurodegenerative disease, and she was trying to make the best of it. Just months prior, she had driven her car for the last time. The woman who spent…

You want to find yourself?

You want to find yourself? The world is urging you to do so. As if recreating and controlling your life will bring you peace. It won’t. You want to find your life? Then lose it. Lose every inch of it in Jesus Christ. That is where your freedom is. Because egos buried in Christ cannot…

Another day to walk with Christ.

It’s just a square on a page of a calendar with a number in it.  But it was my first birthday without her.  And on that calendar square, there’s something about the silly cheering our moms do for us. I could be fifty and still expect her to be tooting my horn the loudest. It’d…

Christmas While We Wait: Day Twelve.

DAY TWELVE A glimpse of the glory to come. I had another dream about Mom. Awaking heartbroken at 2:00 a.m. makes for a heavy next day. She was radiant, and it’s a glimpse of her completeness in Christ. I wish I could put my arms around her. Christmas has left me longing.  This is an emotionally charged season. When everything is…

Christmas While We Wait: Day Eleven.

DAY ELEVEN Helping another is my healing. The loneliness in pain can be weighty, but for every inch of loneliness is miles of fellowship. Because now you know more about suffering than you ever have. And that means you’re more connected to humanity than you’ve ever been. You are softer. You are relatable. You are a resource for God’s work in others’ pain. …

Christmas While We Wait: Day Ten.

DAY TEN The humility of neediness. Months ago, a friend called and was feeling the weight of my pain. She went on to say that life was going mostly like she wanted, and how easy it would be to feel guilt over that. She instead concluded that the reason she can be strong for me…

Christmas While We Wait: Day Nine.

DAY NINE The pit of self. I walked into my house a couple months after Mom died, unintelligibly exasperated with life. Everything felt hard. Even the rudimentary task of deciding what to eat for dinner felt debilitating. I kicked one of my kids’ toys, causing me to lose my balance and whimper in pain on…