• Oh How I Love Learning Pursuit of Knowledge

    I have been known to say (more than once), if I could afford it I would be a professional student. I love learning. I desire to know things, to make sense of things, to figure it all out. But trying to figure it all out, all of the time, is exhausting. Call to me and I will answer you. I’ll tell you marvelous and wondrous things that you could never figure out on your own. Jeremiah 33:3 (MSG)   Blinded and Blindsided It was an early morning. I was spending time in God’s Word before leaving for class (I was in the midst of yet another educational pursuit). I read this…

  • My Favorite Five | Online Bible Study Tools Fave Five

    Today I am continuing My Fave Fives by sharing my five favorite online resources for Bible study. Once again, I’m not a theologian. I am simply seeking to know God more richly through deeper study of His Word. Dig into each of these sites. Loads of information is available including daily Bible verses, devotionals, Bible reading plans, teaching videos, blogs, pastor resources … too much to list! Most importantly, dig into God’s Word. Whether online or in the physical pages of Scripture. His Word has eternal impact! Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who has no need to be ashamed, rightly handling the word of…

  • How Did We End Up Here? Recognizing Pride

    I envy crafty people. I can spend hours browsing Pinterest, buy a small fortune in supplies, only to end up with a mess. At one point it was jewelry. I imagined the beautiful pieces I would create, picturing myself proudly gifting them at Christmastime. It appeared so deceptively easy! You can guess how that ended. How I cannot string a simple set of beads into an order worthy of adornment is beyond me! I finally admitted defeat and surrendered my supplies to a someone more talented. But God used my attempt at jewelry design, to teach me an unexpected lesson. When I began purchasing jewelry supplies, I was surprised to see so many teeny-tiny…

  • What’s the Main Course? Mary and Martha

    Now as they went on their way, Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me.” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.” Luke 10:38-42 I have always been a realist. Never…

  • Boy with a Sword Establishing Sword Rules

    Not every mom needs to establish rules for swords in her home. But then, I am not every mom. I am a mom of boys. Two of them actually. The rowdy variety. The kind who collect emergency room visits resulting in team-colored casts and chin stitches. The kind who are compelled to check out how the diesel pump works (soaking their brother in diesel fuel … a story for a later date). My boys also happen to have a Mom who did not grow up with brothers. Or even a clan of male cousins. Which, unfortunately for my boys, produced a nurturing, and often over-protective, Mom. Yes, I am that…

  • Contentment Why is it so hard to find?

    I spent years hearing that God satisfies all my longings. And I believed it. At least I tried to believe it. So … why do I continually feel a nagging discontent in my soul? Am I really saved? Am I not praying correctly or reading my Bible enough? Do I not have enough faith? What am I doing wrong? What is wrong with me? Maybe I need to ignore my restlessness. Keep telling myself to be content. After all, He created me, so of course He is the answer to everything. Somehow I cannot reconcile this truth. And I have really tried. We see people all around us searching for…

  • The Candy Cane Note The Year I Interrogated Santa

    Santa always seemed a little creepy to me. From sweaty department store Santas to the thought of some guy sneaking into my house through the chimney – yeah, a bit freaky. Of course I wanted the presents. And Mom and Dad so obviously wanted us to enjoy the surprise of it all. In our family, we went beyond leaving Santa cookies and milk. We left him an entire bottle of Pepto-Bismal and a spoon. For the massive tummy ache he must get from all the cookies and milk and flying around the world. And Santa must have appreciated this gesture because a little bit of the pink stuff always remained…