One of the strangest pieces of advice to ever save my life came from a friend who I would, on all accounts, consider a rock climbing nerd. “The harder you grip, the more likely you’ll fall. Hold on only as tightly as you must, anything more and you’ll exhaust yourself and die.”
My mother is a prayer warrior if there ever was one. Growing up I remember our home phone ringing with an urgent request from our church and promptly Mom would jot it down and pass it to the next warrior in the prayer army. Then, she would take time each day to pray for that request.
Recently married, my husband and I are still adjusting to life together. One adjustment is shared chores around the house. We’ve worked out a good system but the other day I found myself rewashing the dishes moments after he had finished.
There’s something special about a good mystery. I don’t care if it comes to me in a radio drama, a book, a made-for-TV movie, or something else entirely, a mystery is a mystery is a mystery and I can’t get enough.
Lately I’ve been rethinking my idea of God’s sovereignty.
In particular, I’m questioning my beliefs about the sovereignty of God when things don’t go my way—do I really believe He works all things for good? Really?
It was July, and I had the worst cold in the history of me and colds (we go way back). My sister and her husband were moving six hours away and the whole family was helping them. Their new place was up in the mountains in a resort town, perfect for their adventurous lifestyle.… more
