Last July, I whispered a crazy prayer request to a friend. I was preparing to go to my very first writing conference ever, and as I packed my suitcase, I crammed so many hopes and dreams into every crevice of my overstuffed luggage. I wasn’t sure what God was going to do, but I knew…
We sat in the driveway waiting. I’d spent the day scrubbing my kitchen floor and ran out of time to change clothes before our appointment. I’d jumped into Bruce’s truck wearing my ripped jeans and an old T shirt that reeked of Clorox Cleanup Spray. Not my best look. “I like it from the outside,”…
What else are you mad about? We sat knee to knee and stared into each other’s baby blues while we held hands. Our marriage coach hovered near by as we engaged in an activity titled “Taking Out the Trash.” I took a deep breath and rattled off my list of offenses. What else are…
We met for prayer as a “family” at 11:50 AM on Tuesday. We stood behind the reception desk at work and faced each other in a tight knit circle. I had grabbed a notepad and was writing down each request — because I have a terrible memory, and sometimes they ask me to pray. But…
This week, I decided I need to simplify my prayer life. I am saying goodbye to guilt and giving myself a break. I know the battle is won on my knees, but if I am snoring as I pick up my sword that is not very effective. I am not a morning person. Long interludes…
I was determined not to miss a very important phone call this week. Shame paid me a visit yet again, but I hung up and redialed heaven instead. I refused to allow the bully to rent space in my head. Instead, I kept my scheduled appointment with a wise woman. My favorite pen in hand,…