"And now these three remain…faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
This is the final part of the written version of a talk I did at church. See parts One and Two first. Rahab’s wall still stands…photo www.oxfordbiblechurch.co.uk Women of Faith experience God’s provision. This is my favorite part of Rahab’s story! Rahab was a nobody, and she was a nobody with a history. She […]
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This is a continuation of This Post, a written version of a talk I gave at church. Women of faith express desperate prayer. Rahab was in a terrible situation. Stuck there between the walls of Jericho, waiting for a God she’d just met to rescue her. She must have paced those stone floors, wondering if […]
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This was a talk that I gave last week at Ladies’ Night at our church. I thought I’d put my notes together and write it down…I’ll have to do it in sections because it looks much longer written than it sounded spoken! If you heard the talk, you’ll see that I am leaving out several […]
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It’s been with me since I was five, the antique upright piano. Its finish is deep ebony, the surface crackled with age, the keys chipped here and there like a well-worn smile. And when I can’t find the words, I go there and let the contents of my heart flow out in the pure form […]
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Please forgive the silence. Some wounds beg to make their way to paper, journal pages soaking up the hurt and exposing it in neat rows of ink-on-white. Sometimes putting pen to paper puts thoughts and fears in perspective, rows written and captured to rectangle page, tamed by the writing. And some things escape words altogether, […]
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The porcelain is smooth under my fingers, glaze thick over her frozen features. In cupped hands I hold Mary, serene and beautiful with hands forever crossed over her heart. I turn the figure over, run my hands over the flowing robe. Place her kneeling beside the babe, the Son, nestled in a manger. This, […]
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English is a crazy language. If you are dyslexic, or if you’re teaching someone who is…you learn to really, really hate those rule-breaking words that pop up unchanged from Ye Olde English or have been borrowed from another language (which has a whole different set of rules). First you spend years drilling phonics rules […]
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Again he said, “What shall we say the kingdom of God is like, or what parable shall we use to describe it? It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest of all seeds on earth. Yet when planted, it grows and becomes the largest of all garden plants, with such big branches that […]
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I didn’t know. When we opened the door almost a year ago with the simple word “yes,” when we opened our arms to an infant tossed and tumbled by the storm of tragedy, when we brought home his brother too (little more than an infant himself) and made them a part of home, we didn’t […]
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Photo from a stock image collection It is my first time in a WIC office, second time in a public health office at all. I am feeling a little superior here, I must admit. I have grown accustomed to the diaper bag again, after an 8 year break from carrying around half my belongings […]
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