Be Prepared with a Reply
Play to listen How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who...
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About Understanding
“I just don’t understand.” I uttered those words dozens of times, those closing months of 2021. But who could count? (Except possibly my...
When the Ground Gives Way
I don’t know your reaction to a video clip of a mud slide or an avalanche. But for me, it’s sheer horror! To have the ground upon which...
Home for Thanksgiving
Where do you want to go when bad things happen? That place for me is home. When the day has been rough, and you feel a bit beaten up by...
Courageously Cruising through Discouraging Days
They say repetition is a good thing. I wouldn’t necessarily disagree with that statement. But there are conditions . . . limits....
Responses to Unseen Obstacles
Have you ever had a significant task at hand, but you suddenly hit an obstacle? Try as you might, you just couldn’t seem to make any...
Deconstruction of a Different Kind
I am in the process of dismantling my house. I say “house” because it no longer resembles the home I assembled those many years ago. It’s...
The day when reality replaces the need for remembering
Occupied by many challenges, what was it young Timothy needed to know most? The urging of his mentor likely mimicked what Paul himself...
What worship and thanksgiving have to do with motherhood—encouragement for the single mom
I have recently been digging through decades of family memorabilia and came across several of my old journals. And since I wasn’t in any...
When Darkness Fell Upon the Garden
Art: Hans Holbein the Younger, 1524 As our reflections upon the last days of the Lord’s passion week progress, we move from the intimate...
A Psalm for Remembrance
During an early morning Bible read, a particular morsel captured my attention. But it doesn’t lie within a verse to be referred to. It’s...
Persisting in Prayer—The Saga Continues
A tree that stood in my backyard seemed fine to the naked eye. But it was faulty . . . weak . . . vulnerable. It was plagued on the...
When we fail to persist in prayer, the hard only gets harder
I could not get to the shower quick enough—but I hardly had it in me to scale the stairs. It had been one of those days at work. Instead...
What's Needed in Troubled Times
August is slowly limping along, isn’t it? And the week ahead is crammed full of troubles of its own. Corona is not going away. Fires rage...
How Not To Waste A Bad Thing
I hear their voices still ringing in my ears: “Don’t waste it.” That it can represent anything good; like, food, money, health . . ....
Learning to Walk
I remember what it was like trying to teach my children how to walk. I’d ease them up onto wobbly legs—gently holding and guiding them...
When things set to spinning and all you want to do is jump
I learned to drive in Michigan—which means I learned how to drive in the snow. I also learned what it means to lose control of the car on...
When Being Stuck Doesn’t Seem So Temporary
Everybody I know feels stuck. Life seems to be on hold. We can’t move forward. And we can’t go back. We tarry here in the in-between....
An Invitation That’s Really Real
Living alone has its ups and its downs. And the downs fell hard last week. With the whole sheltering-in-place in isolation, plus being...
Marks of Humanity
My boss is a marked man. But he’s not the only one. He’s sporting a mark across his nose . . . from wearing a mask. It’s a sign of our...
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