Guilt vs. Grace
Inspirational

Guilt vs. Grace

Earlier this year I was struggling with guilt. I mean, really struggling.  Nearly every day there was some sort of failure in my life, something I wished I’d done better, some area I didn’t measure up to my own standard. I got impatient with my toddler. I didn’t keep the toys picked up. I let…

Faith for Rocky Places

Faith for Rocky Places

I clung to the rock, fingers aching, legs trembling. Sweat trickled into my eyes and down my back. “I can’t do this.” “Yes, you can,” came the calm, reassuring voice of my husband. “Put your left foot a little higher; there’s a good foothold just past that ridge.” “I can’t reach that far. I can’t…

The Lens of the Struggle

The Lens of the Struggle

Have you ever felt like there was one huge, all-consuming “thing” in your life? That no matter what book you read, what sermon you heard, everything reminded you of the struggle? It’s like viewing the world through a different lens. Somehow every conversation comes around to your “pet” topic, and even artwork seems to have…

A Year Of Love

A Year Of Love

2014 was a wonderful year, but it was also a very hard one. Looking back to pinpoint my favorite moment, I see grace upon grace, beauty in the pain, and God’s unfailing love and faithfulness. Christmas of last year: we were all sick, my husband was working night shift over the holiday (so he slept…

God made you for His glory, and your body is created for service.

Vessels of Service

Body image. It’s something that nearly all women struggle with: globally, only four percent of women consider themselves beautiful. Why is this such a widespread issue? God declared all of his creation good in the beginning. Adam and Eve certainly didn’t have body image issues. Oh, wait. As soon as sin entered the world, so…

A Million Little Ways

A Million Little Ways

“I’m not an artist.” I’ve said that so many times. Usually I’m referring to my lack of drawing and painting abilities, and that statement does have some basis in fact. But if you pressed me – “What about writing? What about restoring furniture? Decorating? What about gardening?” I would either brush it off as “not…

The End.

The End.