Where is the cavalry when you need them? Remember the stories in which the main character is surrounded and surely doomed—and then at the last moment, the cavalry arrives, and all is …
Spoken word is a performance art. Unlike written poetry it has less to do with aesthetics on the page and more to do with the aesthetics of sound. In this instance, I have written a prose dialogue. Find a partner and bring the word play to life with your own intonation and …
Part 2 | A wise person understands that wisdom must be pursued, and the best source is always God’s Word (see Proverbs 2:1-5). Psalm 119:24 says, Your testimonies are my delight; they are my counselors. Scripture is the plum line to which all other perspectives are compared and found to be truthful and right—or false and wrong.
Part 1 | Recently unsavory revelations have come to light about a pastor in our community. This individual was trusted and now many are broken-hearted at what has been revealed. How does this type of thing happen? How did this individual get so far off track?
We have been discussing courage at our house and one thing is settled. Both Darryl and I want it and we are hoping to cultivate more of it.
Paul Kalanithi (April 1, 1977-March 9, 2015) was an Indian-American neurosurgeon and writer. He was a neurosurgical chief resident when he contracted stage IV metastatic lung cancer and died. His book, When Breath Becomes Air, is a memoir about his life and illness. Paul said, “The cost of my dedication to succeed was high, and the ineluctable failures brought me nearly unbearable guilt. Those burdens are what make medicine holy and wholly impossible: in taking up another’s cross, one must sometimes get crushed by the weight.” (Random House: New York, 2016) p. 98.
These are just a few fears concerning nature that I picked out of a long list of phobias. What is a phobia? It is an exaggerated, usually inexplicable and illogical, fear of a particular thing.
Years ago, when my boys were young, we went through a season where they were plagued by bad dreams. In my desire to comfort them, I remembered a sweet prayer my mother taught me when I was a little girl
A friend mentioned to me how she finds the time of day recorded on my blogs very interesting. I have to admit there have been some that screamed to be written in the very early hours of the morning. Why did they have to be dealt with just then? Because when the Lord speaks to me, I have learned to say, in earnest, "Speak, Lord, for Your servant is listening!"
Because I have been contemplating transformational change, thoughts about how this happens have been rolling around in my head for several months.