grace

I Created this Monster

I finally had enough. I spent the summer repeating instructions, getting frustrated, yelling, stomping. The straw fell; the camel’s back cracked. It was time to go to piano lessons. One child sat at the table, casually reading a magazine. The baby headed out the door by himself, his sister a few steps behind. I turned to tell the reading child to get up NOW one more time. Then I heard [Read more...]

The Battle for Your Heart

Dear Tired and Lonely Self, You are in the middle of one of the hardest periods in life–raising two small children. You work all day, then you come home to work some more. It is often a single-parent gig as hobbies take your husband away on evenings and weekends. You won’t admit it to yourself, but you are becoming bitter and angry. You are on the battlefield and you don’t even [Read more...]

What to Do When Your Spouse Goofs

What to Do When Your Spouse Goofs is part of an ongoing series, Portrait of a Godly Wife Everybody messes up from time to time. It is never fun when someone points out our mistakes or shames us for it. Marriage is a fertile ground for such finger-pointing. We are so familiar with one another that we don’t think twice about berating our spouse for their errors in judgment. Elizabeth provides [Read more...]

Mothering a Child With Special Needs

Today’s Letter to Me is from writer and speaker, Jill Richardson. Jill and I met through Jen Hatmaker’s For the Love Launch Team. She writes deep, real-life stuff on her blog, The Imperfect Journey, where, most recently, she has journaled through one of Jen’s other books, 7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess. That is brave! Please welcome my new friend, Jill! November 8, [Read more...]

There Are No Ordinary People

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations—these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit—immortal horrors or everlasting splendors. CS Lewis, The Weight of Glory When I review my day, I can see their fuzzy faces in my mind. The young [Read more...]

Good Girl, Rotten Fruit

I am a good girl. I start down the list of works of the flesh found in Galatians 5:19-21 and I lift my chin a little higher. I got this. I skip down to the fruit of the Spirit and pat myself on the back. I got that, too. Then I look a little closer at the scripture. And a little closer at my heart. A closer look at Galatians 5:19-21 reveals the true condition of my heart. Idolatry? I have my [Read more...]

Say What You Need to Say

Say What You Need to Say is part of an ongoing series, Portrait of a Godly Wife. Several years ago, a repeating scene played out at our home almost every week. My husband would ask if I minded if he played tennis. Being the godly, submissive wife, I almost always said yes. While he was away I would brew and stew about it. Didn’t he realize I needed time out? Didn’t he know that I needed him [Read more...]

The Day the Sun Didn’t Work

It was now about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour, while the sun’s light failed. Luke 23:44-45 (emphasis added) Few things on this earth are certain. Gravity. Boiling point. Sunrises and sunsets. The list of uncertainty is unending. Marriage. A heartbeat. Trust. Interest rates. Even the earth itself can shake, crack, and slide leaving [Read more...]

Rahab, Wife With a Past

Rahab, Wife With a Past is part of an ongoing series, Portrait of a Godly Wife. I love a good heroine. I gobble up books with strong female leads. I also love stories of redemption, second chances, and true love. In the book of Joshua, we get all of that in the story of Rahab, the wife with a past. We meet Rahab in Joshua 2 as the children of Israel position themselves to take the Promised Land. [Read more...]

The Blessing of Crumbs on the Floor

When I was a brand new mom full of ideas and judgments, a friend had me over for coffee and conversation. A plate sat on the table with toddler leftovers. Crumbs were on the floor. A few dishes sat in the sink. I remember wondering why she didn’t sweep before I came over. And instantly feeling comforted that she had mess at her house like I had at mine. That was over a decade ago, but [Read more...]