The holiday season is upon us. All of the chaos and busyness abounds. Most of us find ourselves caught up in trying to accommodate “this side of the family” and “what about that side of the family”. We worry about what dish to take to each gathering. And we hope to avoid those who are […]

Genesis 50:20 and Habakkuk 3:17-18 are some of the most incredible verses in scripture. Genesis tells the intriguing story of Joseph. He goes from being a somewhat arrogant 17 year old to being sold to slave traders by his brothers (who faked his death). I highly recommend reading the rest of the drama that was

There’s a story in the Bible (I Samuel 18-20 and Psalm 11 & 59) about friendship. It’s really rather incredible. David and Jonathan would’ve been unlikely friends by most standards (Jonathan was the son of King Saul and David was chosen by God to be the next king ~ for the culture at that time,

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Ut elit tellus, luctus nec ullamcorper mattis, pulvinar dapibus leo. For the month of October I chose to read Philippians every day. It’s only four chapters and takes less than fifteen minutes. This morning, I found myself lingering on chapter 1 verses 27-29. This is what it

This past weekend I went to Women of Joy in Pigeon Forge. We heard from speakers on a variety of topics. But the overarching theme was SACRED REST. Lysa TerKeurst, Angela Thomas Pharr, Saundra Dalton-Smith, and Candace Cameron Bure all shared nuggets for me to ponder and tuck away for contemplation. At least three times

Romans 8:18 says, “For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us”. I had read that verse many times over the years. It seems to pair nicely with verses like James 1:2 (you know, count it all joy), Hebrews 12:1-2

January 28, 2012, around 11 pm. That’s the last time I heard my dad’s voice. We were watching a Pacer’s game. Dad was doing his usual commentary and coaching from the recliner. I leaned over and kissed him goodnight. No hug. He was busy. The next morning Mary Jo (my bonus mom) and I heard

Not one more solitary thing. I can’t do it. If I add one more thing to my list I’m going to lose my mind. Sound familiar? Oh. No? It’s just me? Fine. I’m still going to write; that’s how I process life. As the oldest of seven and a Type-A alpha female (I don’t say

Rushville, Indiana is nestled approximately forty miles southeast of Indianapolis. The combination of rural cropland and a small-town atmosphere makes Rushville arguably an ideal location for raising a child. Living there certainly came with pros and cons. My parents were always quick to remind me, “Everyone knows who you belong to”. This statement was in