Oh, wintertide. I try to love you. I really do. My heart bravely endures the 1.7 days of southern snow and sleet each year, and I semi-cheerfully add a layer of long sleeves to battle the onslaught of below-fifty-degree air.
The struggle is real. I mean, I’m a southern gal for a reason. In fact, could we pause for a minute of sincere silence for the joys of flip-flops, shorts, and sitting on the front porch until 9pm?
Thanks. I just, um, needed a moment.
There is a bright spot in these long winter evenings. We can stoke the fire and curl up with a good book, article, or blogpost. So, while we wait for the much-beloved early signs of spring, grab a cup of coffee or hot chocolate, light a candle or throw a log on the fire, and grab your favorite blanket. Check out a few favorites I’ve enjoyed these past weeks. Happy reading! Continue reading
We stand at the threshold of the busiest time of year. Holidays beckon with their whirlwind of extra everything—shopping, spending, running, eating, gaining…well, you know.
When this happens on top of our typically busy lives, life can be um, crazy.
Sometimes we need to simply stop and breathe. In… Out… Continue reading
I had an interesting conversation the other day.
It went something like this:
Holy Spirit’s prompting: Be still.
Me: Um, what?
Holy Spirit’s prompting: Be still and know.
Me: Um, I am still, Lord. I’m sitting on the couch, watching TV and surfing the web.
Holy Spirit’s prompting: Be still and know that I am God.
Me: Seriously, Lord. I’m not moving a muscle (besides my fingers). It’s been a crazy-long day and I need some down time. So, yeah. I’m taking a break. Totally still. Continue reading
No matter what trials we face,
What heartaches we experience,
What darkness we endure,
If we have made a decision to live for Jesus Christ, we have supernatural resources.
We have hope:
We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain (Hebrews 6:19).
We can have peace: Continue reading
I see it most Sundays during worship and it makes me smile—parents giving their little ones the look…
Be still. Pay attention, or else.
How I remember the days of three squirming, wiggling little girls! Lord, if they would just be still and quiet…
I’ll never forget a Sunday evening when one daughter did get still and quiet—and nodded off, hitting her head on the back of the pew loud enough to make me emit a little squeal. Answered prayer? Hmm….