When death pulls people apart

When a loved one dies, friends and family pull together to get through the emotional pains of the event.  My precious, loving grandmother died over two months ago.  Since then, things have not been the same.  And not in a we-pulled-together way....

When God speaks through others

There’s a Bible–ya’ know, that God-breathed book that we read and ponder and search.  We may seek God by reading it.  We should often pursue the Word of God.  There are times, though, when God seeks us by putting Godly people in our...

When there’s fear …and love

I seem to have believed that fear is irrational and love is rational.  I’m pretty sure I’m wrong. The more I think about it, the more irrational love is.  I try to think about the reasons I love the people I love.  Love my parents because...

When am I sabbathing?

As an extra little tidbit in this morning’s sermon, my pastor said that the word Sabbath somehow gets its root in the word “stop.”  Makes sense, right?So, what does it mean to stop?  As a little kiddo, I hated Sundays because Mom and Dad...

When the source of security is [not] Him

I shouldn’t still be awake.  I should be sound asleep so I’m fresh for my date in the morning with the man who makes me melt.  But I am.  Awake, that is.  And thinking about the source(s) of my security.I think of myself as a moderately...

When we stop and think, “How He Loves”

After church, today, some of my friends on the worship team were talking about a song we have begun singing at worship.  At first, the song feels a little awkward; after one sings it a few times, one will, without realizing it, stop and seriously think about the...

When to honor a special person who will be with us forever

At 3:45 this morning, my lovely grandmother passed away.  She was very recently diagnosed with cancer and it quickly spread.  She fought as best she could, but God chose to end her suffering and bring her Home to be with Him.Before her passing, I scribbled a...

When cars remind me of people, like my big brother says…

I may have a teensy bit of road rage.  Just a little bit.  Um, okay, maybe I have a mild form of road rage.  I guess I should admit to it.  I am ugliest when I drive.  I’m not a dangerous driver–don’t get me wrong.  Ever...

When something smells like chicken …oh, that’s me

I used to consider myself a brave person. I went away for school to a college where I had no friends—a college that was going to cost a lot and I didn’t exactly know how all the finances would work out.  But I was a brave 18-year-old and took the risk, anyway.I...

When giving is, just maybe, something to reconsider

Something mentioned in the sermon today triggered some thoughts about giving.  Maybe it’s possible to give too much of one’s self.  Maybe there are moments in our life when it is more beneficial to take a break from being outwardly focused.Maybe,...