Still Waiting?

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I moved back into my townhouse after waiting for seven months, while repairs were being completed after a waterline broke and flooded my upstairs and downstairs.  It has been a long and crazy ride, but I am thankful for the refining that God has been doing in my heart, in providing peace and patience in circumstances that is didn’t belong. But there’s still a lot ofRead Now

It’s Time to Get Our Hands Dirty

Have you ever tended to a plant?  First you have to get your hands dirty, make room for this tiny, itty-bitty seed.  And then you water it.  Not too much, but just enough. It’s a process.  But it’s beautiful; watching things grow. Recently I have felt so burdened by so many heartbreaking things happening in our world (Orlando’s tragedies // Flooding in WV // DecidingRead Now

Waiting on God

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His sandals probably squeaked from the water pouring off His feet, as He made His way past the crowd that had gathered at the banks of the river.  I imagine He smiled at the faces that looked back at Him in wonder at what they had just witnessed (Matthew, Mark, and Luke).  Did He know what was waiting for Him beyond the crowd? The heavens had just opened,Read Now

Yeshua

What’s in a name?  that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet Shakespeare, I’ve been to his home in Stratford-upon-Avon in the Midlands of England.  I’ve seen the site of his Globe theatre in London, and have read a number of his plays.  The above quote is one that I’ve heard countless times with myRead Now

Jesus as a House Guest

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Look! I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in, and we will share a meal together as friends. – Revelation 3:20, NLT Can you imagine Jesus showing up at your house?  Take a moment and imagine it. Jesus as a house guest. The thought intimidates.  It can even terrify. My small group finishedRead Now

Two Kinds of Christmas

When I was growing up, each December my family would pile in the minivan and head off to the shopping mall.  My brother and I would sit in the backseat reciting our Christmas wish lists, in hopes that we’d get to cross items off of them early. Upon our arrival, my parents, only by the grace of God, managed to maneuver us quickly through stores andRead Now