Life with God
Corrie Ten Boom's autobiography, The Hiding Place, tells the story of an unlikely heroine -- a 50 something, unmarried watchmaker from Haarlem, Holland, who alongside her sister and father, worked with the Dutch underground during the Nazi occupation, hiding Jews in the secret annex of their home. They were ultimately caught and Corrie and Betsie... Continue Reading →
For years, God's voice in my head mimicked that of my mother Peggy urging me to try harder, perform better, attain more. Don't you see? You're not quite good enough. So when my friend, Sally, gave me a copy of the daily devotional called Jesus Calling, it was a spiritual game changer. It turns out... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
I was sitting through a mandatory meeting about changes in the math curriculum. I kept my eyes on the speaker enough to feign interest. Mostly I stared at my phone's unresponsive face resting on my lap, mute and slightly mocking. When the speaker broke us into small groups, I offered the most minimum of input.... Continue Reading →
I was a chubby kid with too-short bangs (mom, what were you thinking?). I lived in the shadow of my center-stage brother who called me "B-Fink". Not a term of endearment I'm fairly certain. (I adore him now and we are very close.) School was not a place of refuge. I was a slow reader. ... Continue Reading →
I am a fear-ridden flyer. I gaze out the window on high alert for birds (and now drones), other planes, dark clouds. I study the flight attendant's demeanor for signs of pending disaster. Is there relaxed banter? When they ask us to find the nearest exit, I'm counting rows and assessing the skill level of... Continue Reading →
