Advent, Day 9: When You Need to Hold Onto Hope
Isaiah 9:2, 6 “The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: and they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined! For unto us a child is born, unto us…
Isaiah 9:2, 6 “The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: and they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined! For unto us a child is born, unto us…
Isaiah 7:14 “… Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name lmmanuel: God with us” Life leapt. God kicked and what at first she had held tight within faith’s fist, now bounced, small mass of cells…
On the day He returns, rocks will prostrate, valleys rise up to meet His feet, and Alpine peaks bow down. The landscape will heal and surge and a highway will roll out a red carpet. The Savior will set the pads…
A newly made, golden baguette lay between the storm and wooden doors generously wrapped with saran wrap and a blue satin bow. My new friend, Lindsay Harrison had sent this text message earlier that day: “I left a gift at your…
You know the moment. A crowded city square and you are walking through the cafe. In front of you is a woman sitting at a small marble table, fork suspended, looking beyond you and to the right with this big,…
There were a few years around college I couldn’t stomach Paul. He had been thrown into my face too many times. And I couldn’t hear the Old Testament without questions about God’s goodness staring at me. But, Jesus? I was…
We are traveling through five thresholds using the book, i once was lost, trying to understand the way people today come to faith. We stopped and learned around the first threshold, From Mistrust to Trusting a Christian and now on…
I hear a call in the quiet of the early morning: “Deepen,” He whispers. God is using the specific vocabulary of a Madeleine L’Engle lover. I was shaken Saturday. Triggered, that is. They were dressed straight off the cover of a JCrew catalog and I shrunk…
We swing our hips, the coins sewn to our hip scarves jingle and we are transported. And how we crave our weekly passport stamped! We are living in a Western Michigan Winter. The frigid cold has taken over our sweet…
I schlep my ipad to the fitness center and have been biking and ellipticalling (definitely not a real word! Creative license?) to Leonard Sweet’s book, The Jesus Manifesto, and I find even after my normal 35 minutes, I don’t want to…