Life with God
My testimony of faith is not dramatic. It is not material for an essay, a book, or a Guidepost Magazine article (the latter having been annoyingly consistent in its rejection of my submissions - which I don't hold against them. Well, maybe a little.) My story of faith can be summed up by the preposition,... Continue Reading →
Here's what I know. Jesus wept. The shortest verse in the Bible. Perhaps the most profound. He was standing at the tomb of Lazarus overcome with grief. Jesus understands. God watched His own son die on the cross. God knows suffering. In the valley of the shadow of death, He is present. You cannot see... Continue Reading →
Codie has been studying the Sermon on the Mount and wishes to share these takeaways - Chill out. Smile a lot. If you look especially cute, which I do, you get more food. (“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body,... Continue Reading →
In 1969 a suburban Chicago businessman named Kenneth Taylor devoted his daily train commute to paraphrasing the Bible into modern accessible text. It was called the Living Bible and my copy was green. I slept with this book, hugging it as one would a stuffed animal or squishy pillow. At 13, I was too old... Continue Reading →
The host of Moody Radio's morning show asked, "What's the fresh thing God is doing in your life?" A pregnant mom of a 3 year old called in on her way to work. She'd been feeling overwhelmed, weary, at the end of her rope. Then God spoke to her heart. With two words. I AM.... Continue Reading →
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death... Even though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea... Even though a host encamp against me... OK, I am not keen on ANY of these circumstances befalling ANY of us. And I am certainly opposed to being thrown into a... Continue Reading →
It's been ten years since the financial crisis. I can still see those dazed Lehman Brothers employees exiting their Wall Street offices, clutching brown boxes brimming with personal belongings hastily grabbed from a desk they would never return to. In 1991 I clutched my own brown box. My bank supervisor had called me into his... Continue Reading →
Bored at a building meeting, we'd whisper an ever important question to one another, If you could only have ONE make-up component, what would it be? Heather always opted for her beloved eyelash curler -which to this day perplexes me. Camille went for foundation. Mascara was Barb's favorite. For me the answer was of course lipstick. My... Continue Reading →
I struggle with insomnia. I fall asleep without issue, but my mind pops awake with important agenda items round about 2AM. My mind is a horrible boss with zero sense of humor. And it runs a bad meeting. First it has me revisiting the previous day's failings. The toddlers who cried nonstop at the the... Continue Reading →
