Messy New Year
The challenge in any time of seasonal shift is not to let the messiness keep you from ending what needs to be ended and starting what needs to be begun.
The challenge in any time of seasonal shift is not to let the messiness keep you from ending what needs to be ended and starting what needs to be begun.
Where two malignant narcissists ruled, so did ruthlessness. Where evil seemed invincible, Mordecai and Esther seized on two surprising sources of hope and life.
You pursue truth differently when you're desperate, when your life hinges on what you find – and your spirit is released to resonate with the Spirit of God.
My finicky and beloved cat Tessa lived for 17 years. She inspired this post one night in 2004 – the year I first found myself in a den with lions that tear people apart.
Thank you, Mary Magdalene, for coming to Jesus. Your story shows: REST is humbly serving the One who always treats me with high respect, entrusts me with significant responsibility and involves me in things of first importance.
May I tell you a story? It’s a true story. And it shows what can happen when God sees courage in you that you do not see.
The day I woke to news that tanks rolled through Moscow’s streets, I wrote, “I don’t plan to beat down any doors. But what God opens, I will walk through.”
What do you do when the Lord answers what you had not asked? This is where it began, my journey with God into his view of women and the church.
Jesus died, rose and ascended so we can live in two worlds at the same time - the natural one we see physically, and the supernatural one we see by the Spirit.
Even when people I love fight against it, I choose light. As I dare to go with God where fear, obligation and guilt forbid, I find hope and joy. I choose life.