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Move to Where You Can See

Move to Where You Can See

The story of Zacchaeus is one we’ve grown up with and heard a hundred times—it even has its own catchy song. But as I was revisiting this story one day, I saw something in it that I hadn’t seen before. (Don’t you just love it when the Spirit steps in and shows you...

Red Lights

Red Lights

I stopped at a red light this morning. Not yellow. Not green. But red. The gentleman behind me was not happy with my decision. Granted, we were both turning right. And in our home state, turning right on red is permissible—after stopping and after making sure the way...

Seeking . . . Laughter Amidst Tears

Seeking . . . Laughter Amidst Tears

I've just returned from the edge of the ocean. In Heaven, there will surely be oceans. As I stood there on that edge, toes washed by the ever-changing line between liquid and land, eyes gazing out over fathomless depths of wonders, I began to understand . . . to...

Simply Grace . . . and Granmon

Simply Grace . . . and Granmon

She was my husband’s grandmother. At ninety-six, she was the reigning family matriarch. And now, she is a newly arrived citizen of the kingdom of heaven. Today, her eyes—no longer weak or dim—gaze upon the face of her Savior. Her feet—no longer stumbling—walk softly...

Simply Grace . . . and Simply Sweet

Simply Grace . . . and Simply Sweet

It’s that time of year again. The time of roses and romantic dinners, of heart-felt sentiments scrawled across heart-shaped cards. These cold, mid-February days find us in love-struck celebration of all things sweet. But the sweetest of sentiments aren’t those found...

Simply Grace . . . and Words

Simply Grace . . . and Words

The sermon this past Sunday centered around the five love languages. For those who know me, it’s probably no surprise that my own love language is that of words. Words have always held a tremendous fascination—perhaps borderline obsession—for me. The way they sound as...

Simply Grace . . . and to the Moon

Simply Grace . . . and to the Moon

The moon these last few days has been spectacular, so big and so bright, shimmering off the snow that we so seldom see here in the South. It reminds me of the words we moms whisper to our littles—and to our not-so-littles:   “I love you . . . to the moon and back...

Simply Grace . . . and Cooking

Simply Grace . . . and Cooking

I love to cook. No, really I do . . . or at least that is, when I know what to cook . . . and when I’m not rushed . . . and when no one fusses about what I choose to cook. So basically, five to six times a year—seven tops—I love to cook. Other days, it’s sheer...

Seeking Joy . . . and Finding It.

Seeking Joy . . . and Finding It.

Though the mountains be shaken     and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken     nor my covenant of peace be removed,”     says the Lord, who has compassion on you. —Isaiah 54:10 NIV Unfailing love . . . promised peace . . . compassion...

Seeking Joy . . . A New Day

Seeking Joy . . . A New Day

It’s a troubling world we live in. But then, I suppose, it’s been a troubling world from the moment we stepped from the Garden. The names change, the places and times change, but the struggles? They remain so very much the same. And those struggles can be . . ....

Susanna

Susanna

Susanna. As I was reading my Bible this morning, I stumbled across her name in Luke 8:3. Though I‘ve read this verse many times, this is, perhaps, the first time I noticed her name. Susanna is one of several women who helped support Jesus and His disciples. The study...

100 Things

100 Things

  An excerpt from 100 Things God Loves About You! Day 1: God loves your story. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. —Psalm 139:16 You have an amazing story. How can you be sure? Because it was written by Yahweh,...

Snow

Snow

Snow. It doesn’t often snow here where I live. So it’s a photo-worthy event. 😉 I love the snow. It blankets the muddy starkness of winter with a newness—bright and clean and fresh. It leaves the air clear and crisp. I breathe better, more deeply when it snows.  ...

What she really needed . . .

What she really needed . . .

“Are you crafty?” said a voice behind me.   I looked up at those words, and I saw . . . myself, or at least someone very much like me, about a decade or so ago.   A young mom stood before me, preschooler in tow and toddler in the basket. “Are you crafty?”...