This post is somewhat of a departure. It is a prayer following a time when God shone His perfect light in areas of my life that needed to change. This is for all those who are being held captive by false thinking–who need to quit believing lies and replace them with Jesus, the Truth, Who…
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When following Jesus hurts….
Left on their own, vine branches harbor disease and grow spindly, then die. They head off in wrong directions. God’s good nature is to prevent that. But, sometimes it hurts.
We are pruned.
What the blind beggar knew…
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Heavenly Sigh
What happens when the Great I am sighs? What happens when the One Who knows us so intimately, who holds time itself within His grasp—takes a moment, looks up, and sighs? By the time Jesus was called upon to heal a man who couldn’t hear and had a speech impediment (NRSV), he had already healed…
False Humility: Closeted Pride
I watched a snippet of a video from a self-proclaimed prophet the other day. What strikes me as odd is the widespread declaration of blessing and breakthrough on whole groups of people, without the call to repentance or discipline. Or humility. And I wonder if blessing without discipline is really what the American culture needs…
Scattered Rags Isaiah 30:19-22
The other day, my teenage son sat down on the couch and tearfully poured out his heart about the approaching shift from high school to college. So many lasts. So many firsts. And I wonder how things will turn out. If my husband and I said enough, did enough, held on tight enough, let them…
Mercy, Target, and Back to School….
If anyone wants to have a taste of Hades, just go to Target during the back to school sale.There is no fire or brimstone, but there are people acting like all of life depends on getting the .50 pack of crayons for their baby. I almost got ran over by a woman pushing a shopping…
Cheez Whiz Jesus
There was a time I’d been lulled into feckless slumber as a Christian. Maybe it’s the American church. Maybe it was my being over-churched, equating religious marching in place with an abundant life. The mainstream denomination I attended never spoke of the Holy Spirit, much less His gifts and power. But, all the other Christians…
A Girl and Her God 