Can I tell you a secret? Ruth Chapter 3 has always made me a little nervous. I mean, am I the only one who cringes at the thought of Ruth going to the threshing floor that night and following Naomi’s orders? Ahhh, talk about awkward! My heart begins to beat
“If you are waiting for me to tell you I love you, you’ll be waiting forever.” When I first heard these words, I remember audibly gasping, as if my juvenile body couldn’t fully absorb the force and impact of the strike. The words pierced my soul, cleaving me with one
We know the words that break us down and leave scars behind. Whether someone has said them to you or you have said them to yourself, you know which ones are the worst for you to hear. But have you heard the words that build you up? The ones meant
Before I was a mom, I used to think I was going to be a pretty terrific one. I mean, I read all the right books, babysat as a teenager, earned my degree in elementary education AND had the experience of teaching for a few years. From my naive perspective,
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. – Psalm 23:1-3 If I stay in once place or if I travel alone, and not follow God’s commands, my attempts to sustain myself will never be
Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead… I press on to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. – Philippians 3:13-14 Can you imagine the guilt Paul must have faced once he realized the magnitude of his sin? He had held
I was pulling the last of the dinner rolls out of the oven when the whole lot of them came running. It was 4pm on a Monday, and in between homework and suppertime the smells and their impatient bellies had gotten the best of them. “Can I have a warm
It took just one man. His name was not well known. He wasn’t an author, a speaker, or someone who had a large platform. What he did have was a small audience each Sunday morning at his local church where he taught a Sunday school class to a group of
Almost twenty years ago, my father gave me some advice that I have often returned to. He said, “If God has laid a calling on your heart, He will find a way to bring it to fruition.” You do not have to worry that the calling will expire or disappear.
No woman in her right mind would want to tear her family down with her own hands or be described as disgraceful or quarrelsome. Yet every day I have a choice to build up my family or to tear them down with my words, my actions, and my choices. I