Is Your Car Holy Ground?
Peace and quiet. They go together more then we’d like to admit. The profound absence of quiet in our lives is robbing us of the peace that God promises can and will defy human understanding. Back …
Peace and quiet. They go together more then we’d like to admit. The profound absence of quiet in our lives is robbing us of the peace that God promises can and will defy human understanding. Back …
My vacuum had not been working the last few weeks, so I took it in to get fixed at a local father-son vacuum repair shop. Well, when I got it back, it still wasn’t working. I called them, …
The hardest work of my life, hands down, is being a mom. It’s rugged and relentless. Clocking in at 24 hours a day, I’m never off the clock or off the hook. But (a really big …
Escape hatches. We need them. We need an escape route for the times in life when demands bombard us at a rate that pummels our soul. Escape hatches come in all shapes and sizes. An overdose of …
This post was shared on July 18, 2013. It’s a short, little gem worth revisiting – and considering. Because of the Psychology Today article (below), Vitamin C landed on my “Thank You, Jesus” list. It’s made a …
We’re ready to begin! Two months ago you began sending in timely, intense questions that stem from a deep desire to choose a “better way.” Thank you! We’re now ready to tackle these real life questions – …
The scenery turned from concrete to cornfields as I reluctantly made my way to a retreat center 30 miles from home. “Is this really going to be worth it?” I questioned the value of taking a day …
Peace and quiet. They go together more then we’d like to admit. The absence of quiet in the lives of 21st century believers may be robbing us of the peace (not to mention the purpose and power …
We live at an Outdoor Ministry Center – a camp and retreat center where seventy-two beautiful acres of lakes, forests and fields are ours to enjoy. God’s thumbprint is visible from every window of our home. (My …
Inwardly I moaned, “How can I add anything more to my life?” It was 1992 and I was on staff at a church on the outskirts of Chicago. The senior pastor had just lovingly instituted a day …