Identity Lost
I’ve walked alongside these women. Wept with them. Prayed with them. I daily encounter people who are lost and blind in their pain because they can’t see or accept the light of Who God is and who He made them and called them to be.
I’ve walked alongside these women. Wept with them. Prayed with them. I daily encounter people who are lost and blind in their pain because they can’t see or accept the light of Who God is and who He made them and called them to be.
It is not for us to measure the success of our lives by the standard of another woman’s life work. We cannot compare our work with theirs for God has made each one of us for a purpose all our own. Even the most humble, obscure and quietly lived life, has beautiful purpose.
When I was in second grade, my mom would never have guessed that I’d grow up to be a writer. I cried more tears over my second grade A Beka Language Arts book than any other schoolbook except Saxon Math. Drawing lines and putting parts of sentences above, below, and beside was supposed to help…
As anyone who knows me can attest, I love old-fashioned things – from old houses, to antique furniture and old books. I’ve always enjoyed visiting “living history” museums, with costumed interpreters going about a typical day from the past. I’ll never forget a family trip to Old World Wisconsin (note: Go if you can! It’s…
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.
My passion is real food — meals made from ingredients that are as close to the way God created them as possible. I read about it, talk about it, live it, and dream about delicious meals made from whole ingredients. But why?
The purpose of our passions is to honor the One who created them in us, but we can’t worship Him with what we don’t know we have. I firmly believe everyone has a passion. Sometimes we just have to search a little bit for them. So I challenge you, do you know what your passion is? What steps do you need to take to either identify your passions or cultivate the ones you already know you have?
I am a photographer; a photographer to the very core of my being. I see the world as a series of snapshots, a compilation of images to compose, collect, and remember. As I coped through those first days of culture shock, I almost forgot that imperative truth about myself. I tried to see the world without my camera and process what I saw without a digital memory. It didn’t work.
Simply put, I’m cheap. I love to ‘beat the system’ and make things at home. I love re-purposing things and giving old furniture new life with a splash of paint. I love saving money. I grew up in a very self-sufficient home. We had a huge garden each year, we lived within our means, and…
The desire to please people continues to haunt me, but growing up alongside it is a passion for authenticity, one which influences how I relate to others, how I share, how I think about community, and how I write.
“Two families. A large backyard. Nine cousins with a big dream. Four years ago, this was all they had. Today, the film ‘Pendragon’ is a testimony of God fulfilling their dream in ways that they never imagined.” So YLCF reader Sarah Ferraro sums up the story of the Burns Family Studios‘ movie “Pendragon.” I had…
Last week my sister-in-law had two of my friends and me for lunch. It had been arranged before Christmas, a flurry of emails having saved and secured the date, but as I set out on that dour January morning, it seemed to me that the timing of our little gathering was exquisitely providential. My mood…
The End.
The End.