I Promise
“Promise me…” Those two little words carried big meaning, even as a child. My parents promised we’d go to Six Flags Over Texas — and oh, they delivered! Best day EVER. Sticky fingers, laughter, and the kind of joy only a promise kept can bring. As we grew, promises got a little more serious.We crossed…
Holy Saturday: The Day In Between
It’s the day after.You know that feeling.The phone calls have been made.The tears have been cried — at least the first wave.And now — there’s silence.A quiet so heavy it almost echoes. Yesterday, everything changed.Jesus — Teacher, Healer, Friend — was gone.Laid in a borrowed tomb.Stone rolled shut.Hope — sealed behind it. Can you imagine…
Sent with Confidence
Have you ever stopped to think that we are God’s ambassadors?Not someday. Not when we feel ready. Not when we’ve memorized enough Scripture or feel “qualified.” Right now! “Therefore, we are Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making His appeal through us.” 2 Corinthians 5:20 That’s not a small assignment. But it’s also not a…
God’s Great Big Beautiful Family
Have you ever noticed how church can feel like a family reunion — minus Aunt Mildred’s potato salad and Uncle Bob’s political debates? You walk in thinking, We’re just checking out this random church. Casual. Observing. Sitting near the back in case we need a quick escape. And then something happens.Someone remembers your name. A…
Following Jesus Means Loving Everyone
If we’re honest, loving everybody sounds beautiful — until we meet everybody. Love the kind. Sure.Love the grateful. Of course.But love the ones who mock faith, roll their eyes at truth, or treat believers with open hostility? Lord, are You sure You didn’t mean most people? And then — quiet as a whisper — I…
I’m Still Counting My Blessings
This morning, while checking to be sure my blogs landed where they were supposed to (they did — thank you, Lord), a song started playing in my mind. Not on the radio. Not on my phone. Just there — settling into my heart. “Lord, I’m still counting my blessings…” — the chorus from “Counting My…
Happy New Year’s Eve — Day 365 — We Made It
That’s 365 days of choosing hope. Of posting encouragement. Of offering a positive word in a world that often prefers venting over virtue. And let’s be honest — this year gave us plenty to vent about. Politics. The economy. Relationships. Disappointments. Phew! But once upon a time — 2010, to be exact — I sensed…
Still Counting My Blessings
This morning, while checking to be sure my blogs landed where they were supposed to (they did — thank you, Lord), a song started playing in my mind. Not on the radio. Not on my phone. Just there — settling into my heart. “Lord, I’m still counting my blessings…” — the chorus from “Counting My…
Advent: Holidays or Holy Days?
I spoke about Advent yesterday but I am leaning in even more! By the way, Happy Advent, dear friends! There’s a sweetness in the air this time of year that no scented candle can replicate — a hush, a hope, a holy expectancy drifting right into our homes like a soft winter breeze. But before…
A Prayer for the Tired, the Poor, and the Yearning-to-Be-Free
Today I found myself reading the words etched into the Statue of Liberty — words I’ve known for years but suddenly felt in a deeper way. “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…” That little poem, written by Emma Lazarus, wasn’t meant to be political. It was meant to…