The other day it hit me like a bolt of lightning, this same lesson I’ve been learning since I was two years old: You can’t always have everything your way. The lightning bolt came as a simple question. Will you stubbornly hold out like a tantrum-throwing toddler to get your way, or will you surrender and let God have His way? [Read more…]
Twenty minutes I spend each morning at my kitchen table impact my life more than anything else I do. I enjoy my first cup of coffee and read God’s Word in the quiet. I don’t read the Bible just to cross it off my to-do list because that’s what Christian women are supposed to do. I read it because I need to hear God’s voice.
Nothing encourages me, gives me hope, and renews my perspective like reading and meditating on Scripture. When Sunday church service is long forgotten, nothing keeps me going through the week like reading the Word every day. I don’t want to just read it. I want to remember it and hopefully live it. [Read more…]
I shocked my Methodist Sunday school teacher when I announced to the 5th grade class that I wanted to be a nun when I grew up. I didn’t know that Protestant girls didn’t grow up to be nuns, but it was the only way I knew to express a longing for more of God. As I think now about my husband and two great kids, I’m certainly glad I didn’t become a nun, but something in me still longs for a quiet, orderly life of spiritual discipline.
Actually spiritual disciplines aren’t just for nuns. They’re for business executives and grocery store checkers. They’re for a home schooling, driving around town, hanging-on-by-the-skin-of-her-teeth mother like me. [Read more…]
Last week was crazy week at my house. Actually, maybe every week is crazy week, but last week the craziness exceeded normal limits. Monday night I hosted a bridal shower for 35 women, Wednesday night 20 people came over to plan a community service project, Thursday I helped with a wedding rehearsal and went to the dinner afterwards. Friday night our house church had a games night, and Saturday I coordinated my friend’s wedding. Sometimes craziness just happens despite my best attempts to take control of my schedule. [Read more…]
Last Wednesday I started my day by turning on the kitchen faucet at 5:30 a.m., but no water came out. It was cut all day for a repair in our apartment building. I ended the day by dropping two large pyrex casserole dishes at 10:30 p.m.! They crashed to the floor and shattered. I’d like to say that I stayed calm and cheerful as I surveyed the layer of glass rubble all over the kitchen floor. [Read more…]