To Women Who Want to Quit Yelling Someday…

“You’re crazy, woman!” The unnamed man in the driver seat howled at me. His one hand held the steering wheel and his other spun circles ’round his right ear. Those nasty words hung in mid-air like the bullets in a slow-motion Matrix scene.  You know, the ones where the camera deliberately trails all twenty-thousand bullets…

Beauty for Ashes {In My Year of Hope}

Last January I wrote: Psalm 16:11 promises Joy. Not the fleeting, flitting, elusive joy of a child who never quite catches a dragonfly.  But a full and complete Joy.  A lacking-nothing Joy. A perfectly satiated, hungry-for-no-more, stuffed-to-the-brim kind of Joy.  A pleasures-forevermore Joy. Forever! And more where the more came from! With no end in…

So, Who are you?

This week {and the weeks leading up to this week} continued to challenge every fiber of my patience, and kindness, and gentleness, and {dare I say it?} self-control.  The battle hasn’t often been won, but it has often been fought. And fought hard.  My children have seen me fall, and get back up again, only…

“The Great God”

I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to share: Let angels sing for sinners repenting, prodigals restored, backsliders reclaimed, Satan’s captives released, blind eyes opened, broken hearts bound up, the despondent cheered, the self-righteous stripped, the formalist driven from a refuge of lies, the ignorant enlightened, and saints built up in their holy faith. –…