God is my comfort when I lose my job, when I lose my keys, when I lose my mind about the mud tracked in on the floor.
It was ten years ago this morning that the Doppler couldn’t find my son’s heartbeat.
The hand of God is always a hand of mercy and grace.
The words are simple enough– lay down your burdens. Take up your cross.
There will always be valleys for us to find our way through. There will always be dark places where the light barely shines.
The promise of God With Us is a promise for today.
It’s been awhile since I blogged. Last week our family went camping for a few days, complete with many fun adventures including hiking down near-vertical hills, rain and drizzle and general dampishness, tangled kite strings, and a game of Scattergories in which one of the favorite answers was Engelbert and Bob Save Christmas. After the […]
Here is a truth that I feel like I can never fully grasp– that my God delights in me.
Last week Pooka was sick most of the week, which cut back on the fun stuff we had planned to do, like a picnic with the grandparents. And Angry Ranger was away at camp getting sunburned and exhausted (but apparently not getting any girls’ numbers, for which I am grateful), so all I’m saying is […]
What if all that stuff about mustard seeds and mountains, all that “you have not because you ask not” is really true?