I felt all the clutter had value, and saw no purpose in this purge. I rationalized why I wanted to keep all my belongings. But my parents overruled my feeble attempts to rationalize keeping the clutter. Their end goal was…
Continue reading →“There are too many hypocrites at church.” …
Continue reading →A fox would have been destructive enough, but a wolf? I knew I would be watchful that evening. I flooded the yard with lights, just to be sure the wolf knew there was no welcome mat at our homestead….
Continue reading →The smell of fall was in the air as we made our way through the maze. We couldn’t look over the top or around the corner to see ahead. …
Continue reading →Big or small, chances are, in this year, we will add a scar or two to our life story. They will give testimony about what will have transpired in the weeks and months ahead. What story will this year’s scars tell about our maturity, our character and our choices? …
Continue reading →When I was young, I had no trouble memorizing—anything, or a lot of things. Even in my twenties—while in college with a professor we called the “grocery list” professor because of the long list of items he made us memorize for tests—I sailed through the class with no problem, earning an A with ease. …
Continue reading →Today, I thank God for the rejection I experienced. Had I never felt the sting of rejection, I might have never come to a proper understanding of my identity in Christ…
Continue reading →My knockout roses had gotten the dreaded broomstick disease, and it was spreading amongst the bushes. I fought tears as I watched my rose bushes resisting the ropes that held each tightly onto the tow ball while the truck driver inched forward. With quick acceleration, each yielded, its root ball exposed, the rose bush toppled. Their former places now sunken, I asked workers to fill the holes with loose dirt. Sullen, I ambled across the garden, thanking God that at least not all needed to be removed and that the plague would stop. …
Continue reading →Looking at my house through a young mom’s eyes revealed sinister cannisters of bathroom cleaner and dishwasher tablets lurking behind kitchen and bathroom cabinets—not good for small children. Windows and floors demanded scrubbing and polishing. Impossible mounds of important papers filled dark corners of my study. And runaway bits of life lay on counters and shelves, speaking volumes. …
Continue reading →According to dictionary.com, the definition ranges from a prejudice, an unreasoned opinion, or an oblique or diagonal line of direction. I found the last description interesting because its trajectory goes in the opposite direction of God. Bias doesn’t look upward, rather, it lays parallel with the world or diverges from its course. …
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