Elisabeth Adams 7 Minute Read How many different emotions do you have every day? Dozens, scores, maybe even hundreds? Let’s just say that if the average woman was an air-traffic controller and her emotions were incoming planes, she’d have a full-time job telling them where (and where not) to land. Some of the most persistent and challenging of all my…
Elisabeth Adams 4 Minute Read Oh Jerusalem, you’ve given me so much this weekend: adventure, good fellowship, a sun-burned nose, and a heart-full for pondering.
Elisabeth Adams 2 Minute Read Annie Downs loves Scotland, ice cream, and unexpected shades of nail polish. Even more, she loves Jesus — and talking about Jesus to girls like you…and me. I’m older than Annie’s intended audience. In fact, I’m even a little older than Annie herself. But she had me from the very beginning: from the snow day…
Elisabeth Adams 2 Minute Read One evening found me in the kitchen with two 20-something friends, passing a book from hand to hand, one we each read aloud with gusto. Three people meant three complete read-throughs, but not a single complaint. What was the book? Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss. Who could resist a tongue-twister that has its own…
Elisabeth Adams 3 Minute Read I can’t keep procrastinating on trust. If I can’t trust Jesus with this unwanted, anticlimactic, homely, nubbly, little faith-tester of a circumstance (whatever it happens to be today), I won’t be ready to trust Him tomorrow with something more grandiose. Either I trust Him, or I don’t. Right here is where the rubber meets the road.
Elisabeth Adams 3 Minute Read Have you ever thought about the world Jesus was born into?
Of course, the set-up for His arrival began before the foundation of the world, but we can see precise pieces being set into place decades, and even centuries ahead of time…
Elisabeth Adams 5 Minute Read I was practicing the spiritual gift of service for years before I realized what it was. But I can tell you from experience that serving out of my own strength just doesn’t work. I over-commit. I run out of energy and enthusiasm. And sometimes I even grow resentful of those I set out to help. I must serve God, not needs. I must let Him assign the tasks.
Elisabeth Adams 4 Minute Read Once upon a time, I was required to design a short seminar. Not surprisingly, I chose the topic of writing. So I read (and read), taking some forty pages of notes that translated into an entire mini-course, handouts and all.
I never actually taught that seminar.
But as I reread my notes today, I discovered that God had surprised me. The principles I write by, the ones I repeat to students, clients, and long-suffering friends: yes, those wise words? Many of them come from the novelists and wordsmiths whose books I read and seemingly forgot.
Elisabeth Adams 2 Minute Read It’s Epiphany today: the feast of the three kings, the three sages, the three very wise men. They arrived late on the scene — some say two years — when Jesus was no longer described as a baby, but a young child; staying not in a stable, but a house. The point is: they showed…
Elisabeth Adams 1 minute I’m tired of making excuses for God. Am I the only one who does this? I hate bad-mouthing anybody — least of all my Good Shepherd. And so I find myself saying the equivalent of this: God’s a nice guy. He means well; He just hasn’t come through for me yet. That’s ridiculous: it’s unsatisfying…
Elisabeth Adams 2 Minute Read During my teenage years, three brothers were born into my family: three delightful, exasperating, energetic little people who needed a lot of chasing, feeding, and lulling to sleep. As the oldest sister, I got to be part of that process. One of my favorite jobs was reading bedtime stories – as long as I got…
Elisabeth Adams 3 Minute Read Once upon a time, my Christmases really were like Victorian greeting cards. Back when all ten of us lived in one house, when everyone bought presents for everyone else. (With a little help from our mom, if necessary). There were the secrets in the closet, the anticipation of seeing this person’s face when they saw…
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