I am so guilty of looking at the cross as little more than a decoration that hangs at the front of my church.
Without Jesus, all our walking is leading us nowhere.
The calendar is full and getting fuller; the bank account is empty and getting emptier. The to-do list lengthens each day, and the radio blares out commercials and “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town” and the latest political scandal. The children fight and yell, run around full of manic energy, flop around bored. It is […]
Praise the Lord for mercy.
I am beginning to understand that knowing Jesus requires a whole-life identification with Him.
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 […]
He gives more than we could ever ask or imagine . . .
His ways are not my ways– it feels like the theme of my life these days. Maybe I expected to surrender and to be dramatically changed, overnight, into the image of Jesus. Wouldn’t that bring Him the greatest glory?
It’s three days before Easter and I’m having a hard time being Mary.