There have been a few times in my life when I have been given a direct rhema from the Lord. Once was when I was a teenager, asking God what my calling was. That day He sent me a note. Another was at Bible School, when I was seeking to further define my calling….
I remember the day of our seventh anniversary. I woke up, looked around and found my husband watching me. He smiled. “Has it really been seven years?” It had. Years that flutter away with the spinning of time. Years I pray are simply the beginning of a lifetime. Anna, daughter of Phanuel of the tribe…
I want her to know it didn’t start with a baby. Nor did it start with Joseph and Mary. They are all part of the middle, but not the beginning– nor are they the end. The world was created in perfection, with love. All was beautiful, all was good. It was a glorious place where…
It was a lemon bar. Nothing of great importance. The only thing that mattered was that it was taken without permission. We have a pretty common saying in our house, “If it’s not yours, don’t touch it.” She forgot. It’s crazy how the things I think are a big deal, often fly right over my…
She was infertile, like me. Yet, somehow, someway, God opened her womb and she bore children. But then they said no more. Impossible. The last baby, he wasn’t suppose to be. The doctors said no, so we feared something was wrong, but it wasn’t cancer or questions, it was another son. When we got the call,…
There are days when we are forced to carry burdens that are larger than our strength. I know. I still remember the day when we learned that the child we planned on adopting was no longer available to us. I was so broken, so lost, so confused. We had loved her, and shared smiles with…
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