This. This is one of those mornings when all my talk about trusting my Father God feels like I’m a fake. Because something simple. Something so so stupid silly simple finds me on my couch crying. I went upstairs to blow my hair dry, not realizing my sleeping girl had her heater on in the …
When I was married? I had a cleaning lady; two of them, to be precise. It was a luxury I allowed myself in the face of four children (at the time! Little did I know that would become six kids) under the age of 8 and homeschooling them. And then I got divorced and thus …
This song. This spontaneous worship……..this is where I find myself today. God is so heavy, so present on this day I can feel Him in every hallway I walk down at school, the chapel service I sat in, the absolute appointed conversations that have already happened, the “coincidental” decision to go unlock the store that …
I sat in on my friends’ art class yesterday and I could taste the energy in the room. They walked in trotting because you just canNOT get through life when you’re that age by w a l k i n g. Because it was art, they came in all suited up for messy. And one …
Ramparts are defensive walls to fortify. I know this because I like words and I see one and, even when I know what it means, I look to find the next layer; to squeeze out of it all that I can to make the word picture in my mind come alive. I want to taste …