I set my coffee mug down on the table in front of me and reached for my Bible. Finding the frayed brown ribbon that “marks the spot,” I located the place in Psalms where I had last finished reading. I fastened my eyes on Psalm 27 and forced the ancient words into focus. But halfway through the chapter I realized I… Read More
I’ve been putting off getting a pedicure because, well frankly, I just don’t have the cash for it right now. I’m not destitute or doing without things, so don’t send me a check. It’s just a matter of choosing where I put my money, you know. And besides, pedicures aren’t a lot of fun for me. I know some gals… Read More
Have you ever considered suicide? I can’t say I’ve been there. Honestly, I’m too chicken to take my own life. But I have wrestled with similar thoughts: “I wish I were dead. I don’t want to go on.” “It would be better for everyone if I were gone.” “I’m too tired to go on. I have no desire to live… Read More
Let’s be clear. There is no glory in prolonged grief. There is no reward for the one who grieves the hardest or longest. Even when you are grieving over your own sin there is no crown for skipping the dance and remaining in your mourning clothes. Jesus is well acquainted with grief and is a sweet comfort in our time… Read More
“I’m just so hurt…and angry. We’re supposed to be family, but they don’t treat me like family,” she said. “They treat me like I’m the girl their son is dating…like I’m someone he brings along with him…and I won’t be there next time. But we’ve been married for two years!” She poked aimlessly at her salad then put her fork… Read More
My daughter Abigail had been sitting in a wheelchair in the emergency room all night when she was finally wheeled back to an examination room. For hours she had grimaced and endured pain, quietly weeping off and on. Her twisted ankle throbbed even though she had elevated it and iced it through the night. All she wanted was relief from… Read More