It was the brightest part of my day: running to the mailbox of our Romanian home to see what the postmistresses had brought us. For this young missionary kid, the envelopes with American stamps were the most exciting because they spoke of intentionality, distance, prayers, and sometimes even stickers. There were brown paper packages bringing Christmas gifts (like The Christy Miller series!) …
There’s this restlessness in my soul. Disappointment. Failure. I’ve purposed that 2015 will be the year of Grace and Truth, the year I stop lying to myself and actually face the demons I’ve been running away from. And it hasn’t been pretty. I’ve failed at my resolves to eat healthier, work out more, love better, and practice submission to the …
I should have expected it. Really. The rush to the ER. The trepidation of the unknown. The endless stream of medical history questions, needles, and IVs. After all, I had prayed just earlier that week that God would tenderize my heart, make me sensitive to those around me, help me to care for others. You see, I’m an INTJ. That …
“But I’m not ready,” I said. Write, came the reply. “I don’t know what to say.” Just write. I will give you words. “But there are so many other women more skilled and popular and… what if they scoff at me?” Write the words I give you. And so I did. I pulled up a chair in this corner of …
There’s a part of me that wants to reach the world for Jesus. I want to tell every woman, man, and child about the grace of God in my life and how He’s changed the way I do EVERYTHING! And then I get overwhelmed. How can I possibly do that? I may never go to South America or Africa or …