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My father-in-law’s hands are like none you’ve ever seen. They are calloused and cracking and sometimes wear dirt and oil. Looking at them, you know they could open the most stubborn jar of pickles. His hands tell a story that I hope mine will tell someday. Paul’s hands have done a bit of everything inContinue reading “Faithful hands”

We want more from life. We want more out of ourselves. We want to be better people, to love better, and feel whole. But there’s only one way for God to accomplish His purposes through us. And first we have to figure out what’s missing. The Holy Spirit. A lot of us have grown upContinue reading “There’s only one way to live a fruitful life”

To the enemy, My country wants answers. We are angry and sad and tired of violence and cruelty and evil acts. We want a person to blame. We have a person in our sights. But I know there’s more to the story. Satan, I know you are real and I know you are such aContinue reading “A letter to the enemy regarding Las Vegas…”

7,665 meals. That’s about how many I’ve served and cleaned up in the past seven years for my family. But that doesn’t count all the breast milk bottles I pumped or afternoon applesauce snacks. Somedays I feel like I live in my kitchen. So I have to decide, will that 12 by 12 space beContinue reading “Your kitchen is a mission field”

I wasn’t a cheerleader in high school. More of an orchestra nerd. But now I could totally make the cut. I’m a football mom and cheering is what I do. I’m learning it’s one of the most important things I will ever do as a mom. The other day at Luke’s first practice, I wasContinue reading “Football Mom”

Me? Are you sure about this, God? But what about A,B,C and X,Y,Z?? When God calls us to step out in faith for his kingdom’s sake, many of us start battling two lies.  1. We think we are unqualified and he’s got the wrong person. 2. We think it’s our battle to fight. Both ofContinue reading “You’ve got the wrong girl”

I look at the pictures of white supremacists and their hate scares my soul. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand how that much hate can live inside a person, inside a group of people. My defense is to say nothing. Because the problem seems too big and I am not an expert. But thereContinue reading “Jesus is not afraid of the dark”

We think it’s our job to hold it all together, but nothing could be further from the truth.

Three months ago Sara Henderson’s hair was dyed fiery red– well she calls it magenta. For Mother’s Day, though, she brought it back to a chocolatey brown with the help of some friends from church. This would be the first time she would see her three children in over two years– and her oldest son,Continue reading “A Slave Set Free– Sara’s Story”

Building our house seemed to take forever. We would come out and have a picnic on the sidewalk each week watching all the machines digging the earth and moving dirt out to lay the foundation. But no matter how hard they worked, at the end of the day the pile of dirt looked about theContinue reading “Being Built”