Sunday is a special day for many women — a day full of warmth and joy. But for other women it’s a reminder of loss, estrangement, disappointment or pain.
And it’s often hard to admit in the midst of all the flowers and cards.
Read more about my story and the story of man others here.
Last week I shared the first part in a series on metacommunication: non-verbal cues we send and receive that makes communicating with others messy.
Today I’d like you to meet Cara and Kelly, roommates that communicate with far more than words. Little things like Kelly’s set jaw and Cara forgetting to turn down the loud music communicate things. Is this intentional or unintentional? Are these friends correctly or incorrectly understanding one another? How will they ever know?
Read more here.
Benny and I have recently learned something new after 42 years of marriage. It affects us…and every relationship I have! How did I miss this for so many years?
You can read more about this in a series I’m starting over at Redeemer Church. You may be as surprised by this as I was!
Join me over there by clicking here.
Recently a blogger uttered the heart-pounding words, “Just Stop It!” when referring to sexual sin. But many can’t just stop. But they can confess.
You can read how a personal experience taught me this here.
Our large family recent went on a vacation together; nearly 30 of us in the same house for a week. It was loads of fun. But there were also challenges.
Our church family goes through fun and hard times together, too. Just like yours.
You can read about my experience and how God used our vacation to point me to some real life stuff in our church here.
I don’t frequently post things from other blogs here but this post was a can’t-resist.
No matter what you think about abortion on demand, the release of the 7th and 8th videos involving Planned Parenthood’s selling of unborn baby body parts has our country on edge. And for those of us who believe every precious life, born and unborn, is created in the image of the One who made him or her we are especially reeling.
Psalm 10 isn’t about abortion. But its application to what has happened and is happening every single day to unwanted, unborn babies is startling. At Redeemer Church a few weeks back this application was made. I haven’t been so shaken by a sermon is a really long time.
You can read the blog post, and find a link to the message if you desire, here.
Josh didn’t get the call this season, but he was one of the testers in Orlando. So proud of his hard work!
Please join me over at Redeemer Church today to hear some surprising things I’m learning from a place I never imagined.
I read a blog post over at Christ and Pop Culture that stirred my heart and got me thinking about a conversation with a work supervisor over 35 years ago where she warned me not to “waste” my life on stay at home motherhood.
Here’s my daughter Jaime with her littles. This picture makes me smile as I remember my crazy, wonderful life as a mom.
I didn’t heed her warning because I had and made a choice. A choice I’ve never regretted. Well, except for the day I laid my head on the steering wheel and sobbed because I felt trapped by whining and missing shoes and newborn throw up just as I was walking out the door to church.
You can read the post here.
And by the way, thanks for staying with me in the transition of doing my blogging at another spot. The fact that people want to read what I write is humbling and I appreciate you, my regular readers.
I cried my way through the post I’m about to share with you.
I cried because of the raw honesty.
I cried because my own heart was being pricked with fresh conviction.
I cried because hope stirred in my heart.
I cried because the author is my daughter; the mother of two of my grandsons.
I cried because the gospel is on display.
Please join me over at Redeemer Church to read one of the most honest blog posts you may ever read. You can find it here.
I’m still processing everything with Charleston. My heart is grieved, confused and anxious. But reading these words brought a strange mixture of hope and perplexity.
We don’t have to agree on what should be done. But we need to engage in this process because it reflects and affects us all.
Flag burning is an unlikely solution because, after all, we can’t burn the past away. But can we burn it in our hearts? Can we say no to what it represents, not to all but to many? Can we lay aside our personal opinions and elevate the pain and reminders to others as more important?
I would honestly like to know what you think about what you’ll read here.