When voted “most outspoken” my senior year of high school, I wore my brash and brazen verbal reputation as a badge of honor, saying practically anything I wanted — at any time I wanted. Oh the follies of youth..... Read More on the Blog
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
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.
Yes! I made it with only five miles left to go until empty. Blinking , yellow gas warning, you will not get the best of me. Probably not the wisest decision considering my four and two-year-old were in the car with me at the time. But, wake a baby from a nap on an eight-hour… Continue reading Running on Empty
Where is he? I thought his plane landed thirty minutes ago. Why is he not at the arrival gate? I frantically paced in front of the ARRIVALS sign.Finally, I caught a wave of copper hair and my brother's wide, dimpled smile. “Hey, Sis, have you been waiting long?” LOADED QUESTION. Read More on the Blog....
Pete, Repeat, and Echo. These are the “endearing” names my husband calls me and my two oldest daughters. Our eight-week-old is already cooing and cawing along with the rest of us, now the newest member of our babbling tribe of Bailey girls.
“Well, this isn’t Heaven,” remarked my great-grandmother upon waking up from hip surgery. Her voice dripped with disappointment. Well into her nineties, she was warned that she risked not pulling through surgery, and she was prepared for that. In fact, she welcomed death, for she eagerly anticipated going to Heaven to see her Savior.
So Moses thought, “I will go over and see this strange sight—why the bush does not burn up.” Exodus 3:3 Use me. Tell me. Two short, but earnest requests. In the past, I felt it necessary to actually hear God talk to me, the way I talk to my husband or… Continue reading When’s my Burning Bush Moment?
“I’ve wanted to tell you this -- honestly, I can’t remember the last time I read my Bible, and I forgot to pray for my child on the first day of school, like it never even crossed my mind. Now you must think I am a really bad Christian,” a friend confessed. Quite the opposite,… Continue reading If I Am honest: Ten Lies that Keep us in the Shadows
“Have you ever thought maybe you should just break up with your idea of success?” These words easily rolled off my tongue, as I listened to my friend outline all the “new” things she was going to do to be more productive this year. Like many mothers navigating life, fearing that at any moment her… Continue reading I have a dirty, not so little, Secret