The [Gluten-Free] Bread of Life

What happens when health prevents you from fully partaking in a church service? What if you are bed-bound and unable to attend a service? What if you are deaf and cannot hear the sermon or the music? What if you cannot partake in communion because of a gluten allergy? How does the church love you…

Why I Write

This is all out stolen. Not plagiarized. Just stolen. But at least it’s referenced. I’m giving credit to Leigh McLeroy, one of my all-time favorite authors. I got this email from her recently and I loved every word. It describes why I write– because I must.   Why I Write    From my first Big…

Easter Saturday?

I love books. Just one visit to my house will confirm that fact. I love re-reading and re-living a beloved novel. I love the pages which have become wrinkled with interest and vigorous page-turning. I love the crease in the spine which allows the book to lay flat, opened to my favorite scene. I love…

Lonely Sundays

I have attacks of loneliness. They almost always happen on Sundays. I am not sure why. I love and am loved by my church body. I can sit with many different friends and families. It looks as if I’m included. But I often have this fear when entering the worship center. My eyes dart wildly,…

The Courtroom of Comparison

No one wins in the courtroom of comparison. We women are terrible at this. We constantly compare, weight, size, fashion, prestige, money, kids, houses, on and on, ad nauseum. I suppose men are guilty of comparison too, I just don’t see it as easily. But no one wins. I might win one battle against one…

That is how it should be.

This paragraph slayed me. It spoke to my heart. It was exactly what I needed to hear. It’s an excerpt from a book called Jesus Calling by Sarah Young, a collection of devotions for each day of the year written as through God were talking to you (hence the high number of capital letters!) Read…

What is Love?

Some good friends of mine are celebrating their one week anniversary today. Weddings, vows, commitments. They’ve got me thinking. The goofy-in-love-we-can-do-no-wrong-our-love-is-pure feelings will fade. They have to. Though I am not married, I can imagine that there has to be a moment when you’re brushing your teeth and your spouse is (noisily) sitting on the…