Confession time: I want to make a conscious effort to enjoy life and give thanks this next month, but I don't expect to become a new person overnight (or even in thirty days). That's because, while I am a child of God, I'm still a sinner stuck inside a fallen, human body. Sadly, I don't walk in the Spirit minute by minute. That's why I need grace.
This Tuesday marks the 500th anniversary of the start of the reformation, the day Martin Luther nailed this ninety-five theses on the door of Castle Church in Wittenburg, Germany.
An invitation to stop and smell the roses (literally).
It's been some time since I've shared what's on my nightstand, so I thought I'd compile a list of highlights from what I read over the summer months. I'm once again this year taking on the #vtReadingChallenge created by Tim Challies, and this year my goal is "The Committed Reader" plan, which is fifty-two books in fifty-two…
It’s a scientific fact that humans are always talking to ourselves. (Scientists call this “self-talk.”) We talk to ourselves more than we talk to anyone else. Sometimes we’re our own cheerleader, talking ourselves into doing something difficult. Other times the conversation going on in our head is negative and destructive. On days you're lonely or discouraged, what do you tell yourself?
To each of you in various seasons I offer a word of hope, knowing my words will not lift any burdens or remove any pain, but praying they will turn your gaze heavenward and point you to Jesus who can and will.
A pictorial account of my recent camping trip.
My home is not Pinterest worthy. My life does not look like a perfectly placed Instagram post. And, since we’re being honest here, my heart is far from neat, pretty, and put-together. Some days partaking of God’s Word is tasteless. Some days I’m envious of my friends. Some days I eat too much. Some days…
"Sorrow was beautiful, but his beauty was the beauty of the moonlight shining through the leafy branches of the trees in the woods. His gentle light made little pools of silver here and there on the soft green moss of the forest floor. And when he sang, his song was like the low, sweet calls…
Our time on earth is like a blip on a screen. Like the crickets that sing at night and go silent by morning, we enter this world like every other human being and all too quickly are gone again.
You can make a huge difference in the next generation. Here's how.
Four weeks. No work. No demands. No schedule. That's what I was given this summer. Of course, the break was not to travel or vacation or work on a project. And it wasn't given me because I earned it, like a sabbatical, or because I would make up for it later. It was for rest and healing, because I finally admitted my need.