Looking Like Mom and Hiding in Her Skirts

At three years old, I was painfully shy. So shy that no matter where my mom was, two tiny Keds and two high heeled shoes stood under the same flowy skirt. Of course what seems odd now, wasn’t then. As a child, all I knew was I had to be close to my mom. If I wasn’t so close…

Crossing the Bridge on Good Friday

I collapsed. Exhausted from the chase of everything that can’t satisfy. Blackness. Not even sleep could help me escape the misery of who I was. Each time I resolved to do better, I fell back again and again. Bleak hopelessness encompassed my world. I couldn’t go on. Then, in the darkness I heard rustling. Voices…

Moving Past Disobedience and Failure

  Perhaps the most agonizing part about disobedience is waiting around for another opportunity to prove yourself faithful. Think back to your schooling days. You took a test, waited a few days and received your results. As test scores hit your peers’ desks, students either sat up straight with confidence or slumped lower in disappointment….

When God Leads You Where You Don’t Want to Go

As I walk into this realization that God sometimes leads us where we do not want to go, my soul is torn. I hold both shock and joy, frustration and humility. I ask myself, “How could God call me somewhere I do not want to go? Isn’t He a good God? Isn’t He my friend? Isn’t…