Psalm 23 : Collision
Let your soul sway and lurch with the storm, keeping one eye on the One who can still it with a word, even as you cry out to him to save you. … More Psalm 23 : Collision
Let your soul sway and lurch with the storm, keeping one eye on the One who can still it with a word, even as you cry out to him to save you. … More Psalm 23 : Collision
The Word of God will stand forever- I exhale. What peace, what security!
… More Breath of God
We forget that those called to serve the Church body are all of us. We have different gifts, but are part of the same body, working together for the same purpose. … More Everybody Poops: and other lessons learned as a ministry wife
I cringed as I tried to explain why my discipline was somehow connected to their relationship with God. I knew they needed it, but never really understood why outside of my own selfish needs or social constructs. … More Raising Obedient Children
Authority and submission are not a system of organizing worth . . . … More Moms with Grit:: Sarah and the “S” Word
Suffering with Christ is the avenue to knowing God’s goodness in your bones. … More Labor Pains: The Road to God’s Goodness
I watched you face your fear, watched you conquer it, watched you turn to Jesus when your sweet tiny world got rocked… … More I Will Let You Go- A Letter To My Daughter on Her First Week of Kindergarten
My mind is weighty with new old truth. Does the gospel ever just hit you fresh and fiery like the first time again? It’s like digging a well you’ve dug for years when suddenly, fresh, cool water streams in, turning dry cracked earth back into fertile life-bearing soil. Incarnation: a word that typically brings to … More The Power of Flesh
I tuck into “child’s pose” because I am a child. I need His arms to wrap around me. … More Child’s Pose
My eyes welled as they scanned the words−each one spreading salve on my current situation. I had just traveled through a dark valley, overcome by depression and wracked with physical sickness. I had spent the night before crying on my bathroom floor to the God Who Sees. I poured over Psalm 116, reliving the big … More Finding Jesus
Will I find joy in the unseen, private sacrifice of bringing order to chaos within the walls of my home? … More The Sloth Raising My Kids
For those Valley dwellers, how do we as fellow Image bearers step into a role of responsibility without being overbearing or self-serving? … More I’m Moving In: How Should Christians Respond to Those Suffering
That my familiar world-view would shift into an everyday kind of Holy. … More everyday holy
What is it about being a parent that we should be preaching to ourselves, in and outside of parenting, as we prepare to step into the throne room? … More Psalm 127: The Mommy Psalm
We are trading our “grumpies” for “thank you’s” because there are deep wells of joy to be explored. … More The Surprising Way We are Combatting the Grumpies (and winning!)
When women set aside the need for comparison, leave insecurities and judgement at home, and come together with the humble and mutual understanding that we need each other, we all thrive. … More Mom, You Need A Friend
We should wonder that God has placed in our physical bodies a desire for intimacy and unity that stirs in us, and should remind us of our longing for His return and our oneness to be restored. … More But Why: a discussion on sexual purity and the church
Addendum: On special secret surprises and tadpoles- a first discussion with my daughter about sex. … More Addendum: On special secret surprises and tadpoles
I am finding that digging down deep into the temporary messiness of grace is to live in reckless abandon to eternity … More We used to be cool…
How do we wait in the mind-numbing silence that often comes with trials, believing a God who promises that he has our best in mind? … More Wait.
I struggle with anxiety. And whether or not you did before, if you’re a mother, you probably do now. It seems that along with the standard-issue black yoga pant, new mommy-dom also comes with a healthy dose of anxiety and guilt. I am writing this sitting on the floor of my bathroom peripherally watching the top … More and if not…
When I picture Jesus on the cross I feel the weight of his love bear down on my chest, so heavy I physically sense the buckling of knees. The sorrow over sins is present with this picture, but when I see him in my mind’s eye, it’s joy I feel—a deep, almost painful joy. It … More fifty-three eleven
How on earth do we walk in obedience in the area of rest, when all of life with its expectations and tiny, non-sleeping people, seem to be single-mindedly preying on it? … More Rest, not just another 4 letter word
When you are engrained with the truth that there is a God who loves you desperately, to attempt to step out into the world without him is more painful a loss than can be described. … More Brave.
Your body is a picture of the Gospel, do not diminish it by believing it to be anything less. … More Letters to my girls: on being a woman
If anyone is going to understand the pain of bearing children, it will be the God who bore the pain of the whole world. You are not alone. … More It’s ok to stop hiding
“Faith is so great when life is easy. And knowing truth is so good. But experiencing truth is something different.” … More and if not…(part 2.5 Choose Joy)
So, if God allows crippling pain into the lives of those he loves, or who love him, if his protection does not look like we hope it would, is he still good? … More and if not…(part 2 Choose Joy)
In my mind, if God is a good Father then that leads necessarily to His being a protecting Father…and if not? … More and if not, He is still good (Part 1)
We are to serve God by using our pain, to give other people the hope that we have. … More Hope.
My breath catches in my chest as I think of God taking those steps through the garden…How his heart must have shattered, knowing that they would now have to live in broken relationship with everything that was good. … More Bind my wandering heart
When God reorders our brokenness, he doesn’t sweep the memory of it under the rug, rather, he upcycles it into something beautiful with purpose. … More Third Place
I have a confession. I spend the majority of my waking hours in very, VERY close proximity to my children (can I just pee alone?! Just once?). But there are days; tired, bored, restless days, when I go to bed and think, “Have I connected with my children today? … More Rewilding
And I new exactly what she meant… you would think being a human pack mule for tiny children and their unbelievable amount of baggage would be the ultimate workout routine. But alas, the majority of us are still sporting our mom bods around in our Lulu Lemons. … More I should be a supermodel.
The cure for abortion is not winning the battle of rhetoric, or the forced opening of the opposition’s eyes. It is fought and won in the only way Jesus taught us to do battle: irrational love. … More This is my right.
I have come to realize that my undone-ness is solely based on the glory of the people around me… … More Woman Undone: Fear, Freedom, and Fred
I want to love them in full circles. To fill their buckets with drops that make ripples, not arrows that hit only their mark. … More Loving in Full Circles
Grit is developed over time. The long-suffering of life-long barrenness had produced in Elizabeth a holiness (Luke 1:6, ESV). … More Moms With Grit: Elizabeth {Glory and Waiting}