I am excited to be able to blog about what God is doing in my life. Join me!
I’ll be blogging about women’s ministry stuff, speaking engagements, my precious family and whatever else is on my heart.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven … a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away. – Ecclesiastes 3:4-5
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven … a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance. There have been seasons when the circumstances of my life ebbed and flowed with the lyricism and grace of a well-rehearsed waltz. At other
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven … a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up. The seasons of killing and breaking down could possibly be the most dreaded and feared junctures in life. Death, decay,
This year God has been busy plucking up some old, dead roots and weeds in me—fear, perfectionism, people-pleasing, comfort, control—these are just a few things He’s been painfully plucking up. I know why He’s doing it. He wants to make room for a new area of ministry, but before He can launch the new, He
Seasons, they come and go—winter, spring, summer, fall, single, married, young, old. We welcome the happy seasons, but merely endure the sad and hard ones, begging for change in the midst of that which is difficult. Do you agree that no matter the “season” we face, there is always room for grace and gratitude? In
I’ve tried several times to write this post and each and every time I’ve tried, I get stuck. Stuck because that’s where I’ve been these last five months–stuck, paralyzed, unable to move forward. My sticky place has caused a myriad of issues — bitterness, snappiness, irritability, melancholy, stolen joy, unkindness, worry, doubt, fear. I could
As you know God has been quite busy teaching me about grace this year. He has chosen to take me deeper and deeper into His Word as He and I explore this area together. God reminds me daily that everything about grace flows from a heart that is pure, loving, kind, compassionate, and selfless. The lengths God
My head spins from the abundance of lessons God is already teaching me about grace this year. I don’t know when the learning curve has been so rapid in my life. I’ll be honest, midway through January I hated this year. Yep! Hated it. I had such high hopes for it too coming out of
Blurry. That’s how I would describe the last days of 2016. Blurry not from the hustle and bustle of the season, no not this year. Blurry because of the cloudy, hazy, fuzzy, pain-induced comatose-like state that permeated my existence. I’d like to forget the pain, and I will eventually. Thankfully, the painkillers dulled some of
I’ll never forget the first time I experienced a Concert of Prayer and Praise. After I witnessed my first, I begged the Lord for an opportunity to not only allow me to be a participant in, but a conduit of this kind of Spirit-filled reality. True to form, God took me up on my desire