Let’s Make Our Hearts a Bethlehem.
So here we are, December 23rd, hearts full, hope rising.The only baby who chose to be a baby is almost here. And, HERE, was Bethlehem. Why did Jesus come as a baby — when He didn’t have to. He could have arrived on the scene fully grown — robes flowing, crown shining. When He comes…
The Father’s Arms are Open Wide
I saw this photo of a father with arms stretched wide. It stopped me cold. A young boy sprinting toward his dad, joy exploding on his face. His father had just been released after six months held captive in Syria. And now — freedom, reunion, relief. If we want a picture of the gospel wrapped…
Nestled in Loving Arms
At my beauty shop a few days ago — I saw something that wrapped me in peace before I even had time to name it. There I was, getting my hair cut — snip, snip — when I caught sight of another stylist two chairs down. Nothing out of the ordinary, until I saw who…
She Laughs. He Laughs. They Laugh.
There is a woman in the Bible who is described as “being clothed with strength and dignity”, and here’s the part that really gets to me – “she laughs without fear of the future.” (Proverbs 31:25). I want to be that woman. I think we all long to be described like her, but I’m not…
Run to the Father. His Arms Are Open Wide.
When I was looking for an online photo to capture a father’s arms open wide to his child for this post today, I ran across this one. You see the unspeakable joy of a young son running to his father after the dad was held captive in Syria for six months by a rogue al-Qaeda…
Shhh. It’s Okay. Mommy’s Here.
“As a mother comforts her child, so I will comfort you… “Isaiah 66:13 Isn’t it so heart-warming to witness a young child being comforted by his mother? More than any pain that needed to be taken away, he needed his Mama’s TLC. There’s a great lesson to be learned from the way of a mother…
Cherish the Moments
A few years ago, I received my daily “check-in” call from Staci while she was picking up Payton and Alexia from school. In the background, I heard Alexia say, “Payton, that’s my side!” Payton responded, “It’s my turn to sit on that side!” Then Alexia, “Mommy, Payton pushed me!” Then Payton, “She pushed me first!” Before…
Train Up a Child in the Ways He Should Go
My husband and I grew up as “church” kids. Our parents ensured that we were in church every time the doors opened – Sunday School, Sunday morning and night services, Wednesday night service, Thursday night youth services, and when an evangelist came into town, church was every night of the week. Back in those early…