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When I Don’t Feel God’s Presence

A couple of days ago, I received an email from a precious woman. She is struggling with God’s love for her. She is struggling with darkness and a lack of God’s presence. Therefore, I felt compelled to write this post especially for her, as I am a woman just like her. *   *   […]

BBQ and a Warlock

Last weekend we went to minister to people at the Castaway Motel. I have a very special friend who lives in apartment 4. We’ve known each other for almost a year and his conversation never disappoints. The first time we met, I knocked on his door to share the gospel and offer a bag of […]

The Narrow Path

The air crisp, The sun bright, As we enter the ancient city of the Ephesians. Ephesus (Efes) located in Kudasai, Turkey is more than 35% uncovered. In 1st century B.C., it had a population of more than 250,000 which served to make it one of the largest cities in the Mediterranean world. The city served […]

Homesick

Ahhh traveling alone with the kids. Just the sound of it makes a mama cringe. Even the flight attendant began a spiel over the loud intercom, “If you’re traveling with kids, today well… we feel sorry for you!” I rolled my eyes as I handed out Hello Kitty coloring books and crayons to the three. […]

Rusty Nails

Colossians 2:14, is a verse I memorize. It draws me to rusty nails driven into wooden beams, the cross where punishment meant for me was paid for by the Christ, the One who rose on the third day. The verse that translates: “He canceled the record of the charges against us and took it away […]

Entering God’s Rest

Once upon a time I pressed through the thickness of life, believing I’d figured out how to have a healthy pace. I checked boxes, made to-do-lists when all of the sudden I declare! I ran out of gas, without so much as a warning flicker from my tank. I decided to conduct a self-inventory, lickety-split. […]

A Good Fight -n- Pixie Sticks

“Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses,” (1 Timothy 6:12). I think about joy and my disorganized desires pummel me like a rock-sling. They tangle like threads of twine woven into a […]

Fightin’ For Joy

Do these two things really go together? Fighting and joy? Fighting seems so pressured while joy sounds more relaxed. The fighting part comes easy; it’s the joy that requires the effort. I’ll quickly set the stage. Today I’m a parched field with too many wide open spaces. Like a barren land gasping, thirsting for a […]

The Hot Seat

My steps unsure, my boots clank as I’m ushered into a small courtroom. They sit in nervous twitch up front, in the hot seat. I sit right behind them. All I can see is the back of her head, tangled locks drape over to shield shame. Hush hovers over pressed-wood-walls of the courtroom. The judge […]

Cookies and Confessions

Pat, pat, pat… She squishes brown sugar into the cup. The quiet one spills ingredients into the cookie bowl, but that’s not all she spills. The rhythm of the stir is interrupted by a confession of sorts. Her heart hammers, her eyes pulse as the confession rumbles over her tongue like claps of thunder. “The […]

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