Let the Children Come to Me
Jesus said: “Let the little children come to me!” Big or little — Old or Young — We are His children. Sincerely — I know my age and I know I am not qualified to ride the 12 and under rides. But, I am still riding the joy-of-life bandwagon. Let’s be honest — some folks…
Bridging the Divide with Honor
I try to stay in the middle! I try to carefully NOT say anything that might cause me to lose a friend or neighbor. I’m not looking to pick a fight or rock the boat — especially when it comes to politics, friendships, or fragile family group texts. I want to be like Jesus: full…
Coming Out of the Fog
Ever felt like you were living in a fog?Not the cozy, misty kind you see in scenic calendars — but the thick, can’t-see-the-road, “Lord, help me!” kind. The kind that makes us squint into the unknown, wondering where we’re headed and what might be hiding in the murk. I’ve been there — literally and spiritually.…
Still Standing – No Matter What
It was just a silly moment in church — a restless little boy, a worn-out mama, and a battle of wills that felt familiar to every parent in the room. He kept bouncing up and down on the pew, clearly auditioning for the Olympic trampoline team. After four stern warnings and the look, mama finally…
Normal? No Thank You!
Normal these days looks like road rage on the freeway, worry as a hobby, and incessant scrolling like it’s a spiritual gift. It’s snapping at waiters, grumbling about politics, and living exhausted, anxious, and perpetually offended. But Jesus didn’t come to make us normal. He came to make us new. In Matthew 5, He throws…
Go Tell It on This Mountain
And our saga continues — from the majestic, soul-stirring heights of Crested Butte, Colorado. Just when I thought we’d soaked in all the beauty we could, yesterday surprised us again. Turns out it was the official opening of the summer ski lift season! Carl and I jumped at the chance (well — stepped carefully at…
God of the Mountains, Maker of Majesty
Crested Butte, Colorado. Just the name fills the soul with fresh air and awe. This tucked-away treasure isn’t like the bustling ski resorts that make headlines. It’s quieter. Holier, even. Not easy to get to, but maybe that’s what makes it so special — it’s still raw with God’s fingerprints. Carl and I are here…
Worship Begins with Our Bodies
I’m singing to the choir – but sometimes reminders help us go the distance! If we’re ready to see change in our finances, emotions, relationships — or just in our overall presence — Paul the Apostle has a surprising place to start – with our body. “Offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and…
Mercy: Our Best Move Today
Maybe I’m dating myself, but do you remember vinyl records? When scratched, they’d skip and replay the same lyric over and over. That’s me when it comes to mercy—I might sound like a broken record, but it’s a message worth repeating. Last Sunday at church, we sang the old hymn again:“Mercy there was great and…
Untying the Apron Strings
Oh me! I’ve had many aprons and untying them wasn’t always easy — especially when those strings were wrapped around those I loved the most. The phrase “untying the apron strings” is often about our children and grandchildren and having to release our grip on them as they step into adulthood. ADULTHOOD? How can it…