Obeying when it doesn’t make sense is a struggle for me. Is it for you too? Continue reading Obeying when it doesn’t make sense
Who is that woman in the mirror staring back at me?
Glazed eyes from sorting through language notes all day. Almost in tears from how much there is still to learn and how does she start? Really start? Continue reading The woman in the mirror
[David] had his days in lockdown too, hiding in caves, fearing for his life. Outside of lockdown, he had marriage problems, disobedient children, years of war, etc. Yet, he says that he knows God’s goodness and steadfast love are in those days too. Continue reading Stop and wonder
Children trickled home from school, their voices wafting up three stories to where I had curled up in my bed, attempting to steal a half hour nap. But more than to sleep, I curled up to drown out the dizzying voices in my head. Continue reading Among wolves
Do you ever feel misunderstood? Like the big, bad world is judging you by circumstance with no desire to understand your motive? Continue reading No one understands me!
On my journey, I’m learning how much my thought life affects my everyday life. My thoughts aren’t as private as I think. Jesus was right, of course, when He taught that sin begins on the inside. Continue reading Are you a people-pleaser?- Part 2
I was sweating under my blanket and it wasn’t because of the leftover summer heat.
How could I have made the situation different? How could I have walked away without leaving a bad taste in their mouths? What should have I done to make them like me? Continue reading Are you a people-pleaser?- Part 1
I love being at home. But sometimes there is an accompanying trapped feeling. Trapped within my own honey-do list. Seemingly endless people to contact and visit, groceries to buy, food to cook, laundry to soak, languages to study, paperwork to stress over.
Right now, I had only my Kindle. Continue reading His Presence in the waves
When we serve, how many of us are merely serving ourselves? Continue reading Quiet servant
Family is such a part of who I have grown up to be that leaving home was like ripping out part of my inner being. Especially when I think of the little nieces and nephews who may never even know me well. They are the ones who don’t understand why they receive lots of cuddles one day and the next day I’m gone.
Overseas aunting stinks. Continue reading Overseas aunting