No really, I am a mess. I am an open person by nature. I have been accused of having no filter. It is true that if someone asks me how I am doing, I will actually tell them. Sometimes this works against me, because not everyone actually wants to have a deep talk at the…
I’ve had a lot of tough questions from a lot of women. They range from minor problems to full on devastating circumstances. I am more than happy to have the opportunity to encourage and pray. But I am only on the other side of a computer screen, and that kind of support only goes so…
Here is the deal. As great as various advice can be…broken man can’t fix broken man. My friend Elyse says it perfectly in her book, Good News for Weary Women: Whenever we internalize the “helpful advice” of our Facebook friends, our Pinterest pals, the news nannies, or the latest “Christian self-help” books, or when we listen to…
Wait. I’m confused. So, everyone is shocked about Ashley Madison, a site that encourages illicit relationships? I am more than a little amazed at this strange dynamic for two reasons. 1. Our culture is obsessed with sex. Addicted. It’s everywhere we look. Billboards, internet, movies, music, fashion, television, books, magazines, and even Disney shows exude…
Dear Father, You are so good to us. Thank You for being faithful to us—even when we aren’t faithful to You. Thank You for holding us near to You—even in the most difficult seasons. I know it’s easy for us to feel alone here on this earthly journey. But Your Word tells us we are…
Dear sister, I have thought about you for weeks. I wanted to write this letter a while ago, but I was afraid. I am certain that since millions of babies have been aborted, that means millions of women are walking around hurting. I knew this letter had to be written with tenderness and concern. I…
There I sat, terrified and confused, in a row of church chairs. Awaiting my surgery the next morning, knowing that I had a hemorrhaged tumor in my head. I didn’t know if everything was going to be OK, and I didn’t understand it. People gathered around me, prayed for me, tried to keep me distracted,…
As I’ve walked through the past few months, I’ve experienced the ugly side of miscarriage. Not the ugly side as far as grief, anxiety, or the pure devastation that comes, but the ugliness in my heart. Wanting to stay home and feel bitter. Anger as I see constant pregnancy reminders everywhere I go. Days where…
I have had a crazy few months. My dad lost half a lung to lung cancer. (I hate that word so much, I can barely type it.) I had a family emergency that left me sitting in the ICU ward praying for my sister’s life. God was so gracious to her. He literally brought her…
I don’t know about you, but when I am feeling freaked out, I usually spend time reading Psalms. It does two things for me. It reminds me of my human frailty, and it reminds me of God’s great strength. David makes me feel better. If God called him His friend, then I might be okay.…