Why should God let me into heaven? Have you ever wrestled with the question if God should let you into heaven? I have just completed reading Ephesians with my dear friend, and if you want to read the gospel wrapped up in a nice little bow, read the first 3 chapters of Ephesians. In reading [...]
My letter to The Guy Who Stole My Car Remember that one time I got my car stolen? Like 2 months ago? Would you believe me if I told you that I still don't have my car back? It was stuck at the dealership for like 8 weeks waiting to see if the warranty would [...]
Holy week. A week we remember why grace is so amazing. It was Good Friday. And I was deeply grieved. I was making lunch and asked Charlie to get my computer from upstairs. He grabbed it, put it on the sink (about to fall in), and I found the cord left haphazardly left across my [...]
This is a letter I wrote to an older "Olivia" but it was inspired by someone who struggles with fearing she won't go to heaven out of the worry she will make the wrong decisions. This letter is for her... and for others who may feel like her.
Santa is a struggle at our house. We don't teach our children about the commercialized Santa Clause. However, in the world we live in, Santa is everywhere. So we need to talk about him. The day after Christmas, we were talking about the North Pole, and Charlie told me that Santa lived there. I responded [...]
What is your biggest weakness? Or maybe your greatest seeming failure, or unconfessed sin right now. Name it. I can tell you my most dreaded one. I won’t, but I will tell you that it is the weakness that is pointed out to me the most, the weakness that I have come the farthest in, and the weakness that I have the farthest to grow in.
This is the weakness that brought me to a sobbing mess last week, because I couldn’t handle the weight of the burden that this had become.
A few months ago I took a trip to Texas. For those of you who don't know, I have a fear of flying. I fly a couple times a year, and it doesn't get easier. Before I left for the airport the day of my trip, I put on make-up, curled my hair, put on [...]
Grace came at a cost, but I wasn't treating it like that.
I treated His good grace like it was “plan b” for my life. A door prize that you threw away right when you got home.
I am so thankful that I don't live in Old Testament days, because I am pretty sure that I would be in exile. Instead He meets me with breakfast on a beach.
Yes, this title is a reference to RENT. So, how do you measure a year? Or maybe 5 years? I could measure it the days we have been married, the number of dogs we have had (2), number of children (2 with us and 1 in heaven with Jesus), number of tears, number of laughs. [...]
I was giving Olivia breakfast the other day when I heard Charlie in the other room. He had taken it upon himself to go into the mud room where we keep the dogs food, and feed the dog. I am not sure what prompted him to do that, but I was amazed at his desire [...]