Excerpt from devotion written for Proverb's 31 Encouragement for Today Navigating the church’s halls with the giggles of rambunctious toddlers as my guide, I eagerly approached my daughter’s classroom. Peering in, she caught my eye — “Momma! I am dry bones; look at me come alive!” Music blared, and small limbs flailed in every direction… Continue reading Trusting God in the Dry Seasons
This Christmas I wanted to share what tools I use to study the Bible, books I recommend, and resources for Christian living. Many items on the list below I have received as gifts, or they are on my current wish list. I also wanted to include some of my favorites for letter writing, hosting/hostess gifts, and organization. ( plus a few extra items if you need to give your hubby a hint! I pray that we give generously, serve selflessly, host happily, and above all, remember Jesus is the reason for Season! Merry Christmas!
My heartbeat quickened. I peered at my brother, desperately hoping that I had imagined that sickening sound while my shaking hand grasped my car door. My legs felt like pillars of cement, unable to move. No need to get out to look at the damage because my brother’s expression told me everything....... Read More on the blog.
Rest assured, we have thousands of weeds vying for our attention and affection, summoning us for water by falsely promising the fulfillment we seek. But the best thing we can possibly do for ourselves is to allow God’s living water to drench our hearts and minds each day. It’s the only way we can effectively fight the lies our enemy constantly speaks to us.
Despite the praise my parents poured into me, I never felt assured. Outwardly I appeared confident, but inwardly I was a complete mess. After years of telling myself I wasn’t good enough, smart enough, skinny enough or “fill-in-the-blank” enough, I began believing I’d never be enough for myself or anyone else. Our key verse, Isaiah 64:8, declares we are intentionally and purposefully sculpted: “But now, O LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.” God views us as His work of art — His masterpiece.
Our family morning routine involves a prayer, a Bible verse and a few songs while eating breakfast. The other day we sang a song that many of us equate with juice boxes and butter cookies: Read your Bible, pray everyday if you want to grow
In a few weeks my first child starts kindergarten. I am giddy with excitement and anticipation, but not for reasons one might expect, like one less, small human constantly expressing boredom or a dozen fewer fights to settle between siblings throughout the day. Nope. “Back to school” translates into NEW SCHOOL SUPPLIES!
“Now, what do you do, Laura?” A simple but loaded question, at least for me. Over the past two years, I've narrated a response to this in my head countless times. So why could I not get the words out, “I am a stay-at-home Mom.” Is your identity found in the title after your signature or the inscription God penned by your name?
Twirling in her white dress as the sun caught every highlight of blonde hair, my oldest daughter looked radiant. Her dress mirrored that of a young bride’s, and the joy emanating from her deep dimpled cheeks, exuberant. Today, her birthday, was about her, so we catered to her as if she were a bride, too. Surrounded by plenty of friends and family, she would celebrate in style. She had the dress, the party, and the gifts to enjoy. What more could a five-year-old want?
“Seriously, they chose HER to be the next director?” I thought while walking into the breakroom after learning this news. Once there, it was like being back in high school where the popular girls, my so-called friends, dissected their latest victim, not much differently from the frog we had just left displayed in the science lab. Although I knew this was wrong, I kept my mouth shut, thankful not to be the subject of their venomous remarks. I figured that teenage girls naturally outgrew this kind of catty talk only to discover that women elevated it into full-blown verbal assaults.