“Why is this taking so long?” I drummed my fingers on the keyboard. Scratching my forehead, I contemplated what to do next. All my efforts seemed ineffective to produce the progress I desired. Does this sound familiar? Whether it’s the person in front at the grocery store check-out line or the traffic backed up on the free-way home, we live in an “I want it now,” culture. We want instant answers to questions, instant potatoes with our pot roast, and instant progress in our lives. But what do we do when the progress is slow coming--not so much progress from the people around us, but progress from ourselves? Lately, I find myself ... Read the Post...
Marveling God’s Handiwork
Recently my mom and I drove to the mountains of Colorado to visit my brother’s family and newborn. I’m really not a good driver. And I think my mom picked up on that! Our drive to Colorado did lend us a few wrong turns and lots of bathroom breaks. But we managed to keep rolling on as we sipped our good coffee and caught up on much-needed girl gab time! And as the miles wore on, I found it easy to drift into a more relaxed headspace as I took in all the unfamiliar scenery. Ironically, however, the scenery didn’t seem to change much for the majority of our trip. We drove for hours and hours eager to catch our first glimpse of the Rocky ... Read the Post...
Signet Ring
The emotional and physical reserves of a woman are not without limits. Between kids, family, and community, demands placed on a woman can sometimes feel overwhelming. This was my lot the week of homecoming. Our high schoolers were beyond busy with their usual sports and extracurriculars. All our evening activity essentially doubled. Not to mention, my dear in-laws traveled a grueling seven hours to come to see us for the week. As usual, the house needed cleaning, and all the meals and activities seemed to squabble for my attention. I wanted their stay with us to be as organized and enjoyable as possible. So much to do and so little ... Read the Post...
Finally, Listening
I am ashamed to admit that my track record with obedience to God has not always been the best. Several years ago, I first heard the Lord's call to obedience on a particular matter. Regretfully, I remember scoffing at the idea. At the time, I was grieving, burned out, and exhausted from my life. Even more, my spiritual eyes were clouded, and it seemed ludicrous to tread down a path that I couldn't even perceive. Over the years, the Lord brought additional matters to my attention that first required His direction and then my immediate obedience. But again, my track record with obedience has never shined. Not even a ... Read the Post...
