Sixteen year old me is still in there somewhere. I know because I feel it. Sixteen year old me can still feel the butterflies in my stomach when he held my hand. She can remember how it felt to be wrapped in his arms. She remembers how hearing him say, “I love you,” would make her heart jump. She remembers the silly fights and the resulting silly break ups that would last a day, and she remembers the last time we got back together when he said, Continue reading “Sixteen Year Old Me”
I love having the opportunity to attend the church I grew up in, and that’s exactly what we got to do yesterday. It was a service full of worship (awesome!!) and a short reading from Lamentations 3. The verses he wanted to focus on were 21-24.
As he read the verses coming up to 21, I thought, “How many times have I felt like this in my life?”
The answer was a lot.
The writer is basically Continue reading “The Soul Speaks”
Christmas was great, but I don’t just want to move on and forget to be grateful and celebrate all that Jesus has done for me.
I have a tendency to become really grateful the weeks coming up to Christmas Day and then forget what just happened. I go back into the daily routine of just floating along through life.
As I continued reading in Psalm, I came across this verse today, and it spoke to that in me.
“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.” – Psalm 51:10
I am going to pray this every day for a least a week. I don’t want to make too lofty a goal at the risk of falling off the wagon, so I’ll just go a week at a time.
I want to stay focused on Jesus. I don’t simply want to forget the beauty of the King who humbly came to earth to redeem the ones He loves. I don’t want to forget the beginning of the gospel until next year. I want to remain in awe of the moment God said, “It’s time.”
It’s been a long time since my husband and I have made it to family Christmas on my side. In fact, I don’t think we have made it since we’ve been married, so it’s been more than 3 years. I always love getting together with my grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins along with my immediate family.
The family meets on Christmas day every year, and this year we made it! We all met at the grandparents’ house. The story of Jesus’ birth was read by the youngest cousin, Tessa. She’s nine.
Before we read the story, though, we all had lunch together. My husband and I sat at the table with my sisters and the girl cousins (my husband is such a good sport!). As I sat down beside Tessa she looked over at me and said, “I don’t know you.”
I just laughed because Continue reading “The Christmas Detective”
God has been so faithful as I’ve continued to set aside time for Him each day. Sometimes it’s only a couple minutes, sometimes more, but He continues to show up.
Psalm 46:1-3 “God is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.”
Reading those verses makes me imagine Continue reading “The Refuge. My Hope.”
I first believed in Jesus and who He was when I was 5.
Although, I don’t remember much about that day, I do remember the day that I met Him. It wasn’t face to face, but it was a meeting nonetheless. He was present when I needed Him and showed up when I cried out. It was this day 16 years ago.
December 21, 1999.
It was also the day my oldest sister was Continue reading “He Became More”
“He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.” -Psalm 40:2
The image given by this verse is basically the story of my life. God is so good! He never lets me sink down, He always rescues me, He never fails.