Prayer

How to Pray with Childlike Faith

“Don’t worry about anything, but in everything, through prayer and petition with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.” (Philippians 4:6 HCSB) My three-year-old son’s bedtime routine is the same every night–take a bath, brush teeth, read a book and a Bible story, and pray. I usually say the prayer and let him add prayer requests and his own list of things he is thankful [Read more...]

You Are Priceless

We protect what costs us the most. Consider a great piece of art like the Italian painter Caravaggio’s Conversion of Saint Paul. In this oil painting, light bursts through chaotic darkness and rests on a blinded Saul. It’s valued as high as $100 million and kept safely in a private collection. Jackson Pollock’s Number 5, an abstract with brown and yellow drips across a background of grays [Read more...]

6 Prayers When You Can’t See the Road Ahead

I learned how to drive on the backroads of a small mountain town. Some of the roads were sophisticated with painted lines. Others were the simple tar-and-gravel variety with loose rocks and vague boundaries. The curves were sharp and the shoulders narrow. Wild animals crept from the boundaries of the woods, and the domesticated variety broke free from their fences. I remember rounding a curve [Read more...]

If Only I Could Feel the Pain

I am pleased to join The Glorious Table’s series on holiness. Because of grace, we often miss the pain of sin. What if we could feel the pain it caused? I don’t think about my ring-finger toe much anymore. The pinky toe guards it, so it doesn’t get rubbed by too-tight shoes. Tucked safely away from the oft-stubbed big toe, it’s spared from my clumsy steps. But one season I thought of [Read more...]

6 Ways to Press Pause When You’re Too Busy

The thump-thump of my heart echoed in my ear, the tightness in my chest only increasing its volume. My peripheral vision blurred a bit as I desperately searched for all the things I thought we might need. I almost didn’t recognize my own shrill and panicked voice as I demanded, “Hurry! Get in the car!” With all the drama, one might think we were rushing out of a burning [Read more...]

The Weight of Worship

In 2004 I arrived. It was the year I accomplished everything on my wish list. After my high school graduation, I packed up my red Chevy Cavalier and headed to the city. I shook the small-town dust off my Birkenstocks and marched full speed toward my dreams. I pursued my degree with unequivocal focus. I landed my first professional job—one that required credentials after my signature. My true [Read more...]

How to Pray for Wisdom Using Scripture

In the first few months of motherhood, I felt completely in over my head. Being the oldest of four children, the mechanics of caring for a child were not new to me. However, being completely responsible for a baby around the clock was a shock. Add in postpartum hormones and the shift from full-time employee to full-time mother, and I was sinking. Things didn’t get easier as she grew. Soon, [Read more...]

What I Learned from My Fast (and Why You Should Try It)

In my years of following Jesus, I never fasted. Not once. Not social media, not television, not sugar, not food. I didn’t see the need. Fasting seemed like one of those things you did to enhance your prayer life. My prayer life was good enough—no self-denial necessary. Pride much? However, this year I felt God telling me it was time. Maybe he said so in the past and my pride kept me [Read more...]

I’m Going to the Dominican Republic!

Walking with you in the shadow of the cross is the thing that gets me out of bed before dawn. I most often write in the dark part of the morning, praying that the words here might propel you forward in the disciple’s journey. While my desire for this space is to encourage and equip you, I have a personal update and prayer request to share with you today about an upcoming mission trip. [Read more...]

If You Think You’re Not Enough, You May Be Right

My guest bathroom is a mess. About a year ago, a little section of paint started peeling. One child (no one will admit to it) pulled at the little bubble. And pulled. And pulled. Soon, a big section of drywall with rough brush strokes of the original yellow glared at us. We scraped and peeled until forty years of paint came loose. This, combined with the ugly vanity, the cabinet door that hangs [Read more...]