The Best Thing
Last Sunday, we sat in our Lamplighters’ class – listening to the story of Mary of Bethany – Martha’s sister, Lazarus’ sister – and suddenly, it wasn’t just a story anymore. It was an invitation. I found myself reaching for Carl’s hankie. Not because something was wrong – but because something was so right. Once…
It Was There All Along
Getting ready for our big United Kingdom adventure, I bought myself a sturdy suitcase — one that could survive the bumps, bruises, and “flying lessons” of baggage claim. Feeling quite accomplished, I packed it full — and then decided to do the responsible thing — register it. Easy enough, right? Well — not quite!. The…
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…
Still Living Among the Living
I can’t help myself — I still have my Easter decor’ up and am still living in the moment of embracing my risen Savior. He lives! Christ Jesus lives today. He walks with me and talks with me and tells me I am His own. He lives. He lives — salvation to impart. You ask…
When Mercy Speaks Louder Than Judgment
It’s so easy to slip into the blame game — pointing fingers at those who stumble, whispering sharp words about those who don’t measure up, and quietly justifying our own missteps when we miss the mark. We’ve all been there… every single one of us. And yet, we have witnessed the greatest Mercy-Giver of all…
Let’s Go for a Walk
I was once a long distance runner. Miles and miles — until my knees kindly suggested we find another plan. So now? I glide. The elliptical has become my “walk.” No pounding. No pressure. Just a steady, gentle rhythm.And somewhere between those smooth strides — I started noticing something.Some of my sweetest conversations with Jesus…
Praise is our Defense AND Offense
It sounds a little strange, doesn’t it? Praise — a weapon? When life feels like a battle, my first instinct isn’t to sing — it’s to stress and whine. To fix. To figure it out. Maybe even to complain just a little (or a lot). But Psalms 8:2 flips that thinking upside down.“Through praise —…
God’s Not Dead — He’s ALIVE!
The stone is rolled away. The tomb is empty.And heaven is not whispering — it’s shouting! HE’S ALIVE!!! What looked like a grave — was really a doorway.What looked like the end — was heaven shouting — “Watch this!” Peter said it best: “It was not possible for death to hold Him.” (Acts 2:24) Not…
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…
Holy Wednesday — Halfway There
We call Wednesday “Hump Day.Weekend in sight. Hang on just a little longer. But this Wednesday?This one wasn’t about pushing through to something easy.For Jesus, it meant one day closer to the cross. Scripture tells us this day is often called “Spy Wednesday.” Judas –one of His own — went to the chief priests and…