Most of us have seen them—painted performing artists who are creative and entertaining in their perfect stillness—live statues can fool us. Even up close it is difficult to tell whether they are real or not. Children and adults alike are fascinated by their realism.
Rest is essential to bread making. Bread dough needs to rest because we add yeast to it which is a living organism that takes time to rise, rest, and rise again to increase in size.
During the 19th century, personal tragedy led Puritan Hannah Whitall Smith to write several books on suffering.
Boundaries create margin. What is margin?
“I want Jesus!” shouted my three year-old granddaughter from the back seat of my car. Imagine my surprise and delight.
Listening, listening, always listening for the word of the Lord: Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you saying, “This is the way; walk in it” (Isaiah 30:21). God can and will make my paths straight.
Decisions, decisions. When the bonds of trust between humans have been broken, changes in your life will force choices out into the open.
Ladies, I profess utter and complete trust in the Lord with all my heart, yet what a fickle fool I am when things go awry.
It would be naïve of me, ladies, to think that everyone was privy to the years of innocent trust I experienced. Life is not always so kind.
Trust weighs heavy on my heart this year. Where to begin? My growing up years did not lack for trust. I felt secure and confident in my family, with friends, at school, in sports.
I listened intently as my distant relatives communicated stories about my parents when they were young. The previous day, my mother had shared some of the same stories.
A World War II veteran shared some of his experiences at my church. He recounted carefully maneuvering through a minefield with his troop.
Cleaning out the refrigerator can be a frustrating endeavor, tossing into the trash those uneaten leftovers or the bag of slimy lettuce or whatever that dried and shriveled thing used to be.
Red, round, juicy home-grown tomatoes are my obsession every summer! They are far superior to their tasteless counterparts that are picked green and ripened by gassing, occupying the shelves in most grocery stores.
While cutting my son’s long, thick locks, I thought, I’m glad he doesn’t ride through the woods or he might get tangled up like Absalom. Do you remember the story?
Can I be brutally honest with you for just a little second? Promise you won't judge me? Today was the first day in five days that I stopped my own agenda long enough to sit quietly before the Lord.
Do you enjoy waiting? In my city, there is really nothing exciting to do, so eating out is the chosen social activity
I have the great privilege of teaching a women's Bible Study. Last semester, we worked through a book on marriage.
I have a friend who is gifted with thoughtfulness. Every time I see her, she has a little gift for me.
Yesterday, as I sat on our backyard deck and basked in the warmth of the Son, God moved my heart to praise Him. I'd just returned from a gathering of women who were assembled to learn about a local organization that supports teenage girls in foster care.
