At my house, preparations for Thanksgiving are in full swing, and for the most part, all is ready. But if I’m honest…I’m not ready. Not on the inside. I’m… Read more “For the Wounded and Weary: The Grace of Banquet and Banner”
It isn’t that I’d never been afraid before. I had struggled with my share of anxiety, especially after I became a parent. I was the mom who double-checked car… Read more “On the Other Side of Surrender: Grace That Vanquishes Fear”
I have sweet memories of my father reading a modernized version of John Bunyan’s classic allegory Pilgrim’s Progress to my little brother and me when we were… Read more “John Bunyan, Grace, and the Key of Promise”
So far, the Holy Spirit has declined to equip me with a schedule detailing all of his will for me each day—and the grace to carry it out—in advance. There is a reason for that.
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For the last month, my social media feeds have been full of celebration as friends around the country post about the school year ending. Many of my… Read more “The Extravagant Grace of Were”
As spring fades into summer here in the South, another kind of season is approaching along with the longer days and warmer weather: wedding season. While most… Read more “In Every Season: Grace and the Spiritual Gifts”
Late one morning last week, I was mopping my kitchen floor with the combination of resentment and resignation this particular task always brings out in me. Let’s just say housekeeping is… Read more “While I Was Mopping: A Lesson on Grace and Holiness”
The truth is, I am utterly dependent on God for life, health, purpose, power, peace, joy, and true satisfaction every moment of every day. Now I must make my actions match the truth.
Today left me feeling battered from the battle of wills and exhausted from my efforts to teach, train, correct and rebuke because, ultimately, I feel I lost the war for today. I lost it the instant I responded in kind, in my flesh. Though apologies have been given, forgiveness has been extended, and relationships have been restored, the effects of the day remain in my very soul, it seems. Where to turn?